| The boy gets crazy when he’s sittin' at the bar
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| Don’t you mess with Jake, don’t you push him too far
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| Rotgut whiskey and homemade wine
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| Make a good country boy just lose his mind
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| Like a runaway train rollin' through the night
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| The boy ain’t got no fear
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| Like a race car hittin' the wall it gets hard to steer
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| Waitin' for the smoke to clear
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| Betty got caught in the back of Bobby’s car
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| Bobby got caught with his hand in the cookie jar
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| Her daddy blew a fuse and he went for his gun
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| Now Bobby and Betty, they’re on the run
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| Like a runaway train, rollin' throught the night
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| Nothin’s gonna stop them now
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| Gotta keep on moving, cover their tracks somehow
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| Like a runaway train rollin' through the night
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| The kids ain’t got no fear
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| Daddy swears, «'Bang' is the last sound Bobby’s gonna hear»
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| Waitin' for the smoke to clear
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| Daddy finally caught 'em and he emptied his gun
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| Put a dead end to all of Bobby’s fun
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| Good God Almighty for Heaven’s sakes
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| Betty’s daddy he turned out to be Jake
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| Like a runaway train rollin' through the night
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| Jake ain’t got no fear
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| No hangman judge gonna give the boy 99 years
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| Here sits Jake in the back of this bar
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| Sippin' on an ice cold beer
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| If the law had a clue all they’d do is look right here
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| And they’d see Jake
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| Waitin' for the smoke to clear
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| Waitin' for |