I'd Run Lyrics
| Song | I'd Run |
| Artist | Buddy Jewell |
| Album | Times Like These |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ritchey, Tate, Tate | |
| I stood out on the trestle waitin' for the whistle | |
| The 409 was right on time again | |
| Lord, I'd a-got a lickin' if they caught me playin' chicken | |
| But I was quite the practiced liar way back then | |
| I saw the smoke above the treetops | |
| And when the train came into view | |
| I stood still as a statue, but | |
| I knew what to do | |
| When I could read the numbers on the front | |
| I'd run like a gypsy, like the hounds of hell'd get me | |
| Like a rabbit on the wrong end of a gun | |
| I'd run like the lightning cuttin' 'cross the | |
| Kansas skyline | |
| Like the tears that momma cried for her lost son | |
| I'd run, yeah, | |
| I'd runI got older but no smarter an' cheatin' fate got harder | |
| But I could still out wit the | |
| Devil and his friends | |
| Went through whiskey, cards an' women, takin' more than | |
| I was givin' | |
| Throwin' love and caution to wind | |
| Every time | |
| I'd let some beauty get a little too close to me | |
| She'd hang around just long enough to find herself the key | |
| When I could feel the lock on my heart come undone | |
| I'd run like a gypsy, like the hounds of hell'd get me | |
| Like a rabbit on the wrong end of a gun | |
| I'd run like the lightning cuttin' 'cross the | |
| Kansas skyline | |
| Like the tears that momma cried for her lost son | |
| I'd run, yeah, | |
| I'd runThere's broken hearts and broken bottles | |
| Dreams all gone to dust | |
| Girls gone home to momma and cars all gone to rust | |
| If I could go back and undo the hurt | |
| I'd doneI'd run like a gypsy, like the hounds of hell'd get me | |
| Like the rabbit on the wrong end of a gun | |
| I'd run like the lightning cuttin' 'cross the | |
| Kansas skyline | |
| Like the tears that momma cried for her lost son | |
| I'd run, yeah, | |
| I'd run, you know | |
| I'd run, yeah | |
| I'd run |
| zuo qu : Ritchey, Tate, Tate | |
| I stood out on the trestle waitin' for the whistle | |
| The 409 was right on time again | |
| Lord, I' d agot a lickin' if they caught me playin' chicken | |
| But I was quite the practiced liar way back then | |
| I saw the smoke above the treetops | |
| And when the train came into view | |
| I stood still as a statue, but | |
| I knew what to do | |
| When I could read the numbers on the front | |
| I' d run like a gypsy, like the hounds of hell' d get me | |
| Like a rabbit on the wrong end of a gun | |
| I' d run like the lightning cuttin' ' cross the | |
| Kansas skyline | |
| Like the tears that momma cried for her lost son | |
| I' d run, yeah, | |
| I' d runI got older but no smarter an' cheatin' fate got harder | |
| But I could still out wit the | |
| Devil and his friends | |
| Went through whiskey, cards an' women, takin' more than | |
| I was givin' | |
| Throwin' love and caution to wind | |
| Every time | |
| I' d let some beauty get a little too close to me | |
| She' d hang around just long enough to find herself the key | |
| When I could feel the lock on my heart come undone | |
| I' d run like a gypsy, like the hounds of hell' d get me | |
| Like a rabbit on the wrong end of a gun | |
| I' d run like the lightning cuttin' ' cross the | |
| Kansas skyline | |
| Like the tears that momma cried for her lost son | |
| I' d run, yeah, | |
| I' d runThere' s broken hearts and broken bottles | |
| Dreams all gone to dust | |
| Girls gone home to momma and cars all gone to rust | |
| If I could go back and undo the hurt | |
| I' d doneI' d run like a gypsy, like the hounds of hell' d get me | |
| Like the rabbit on the wrong end of a gun | |
| I' d run like the lightning cuttin' ' cross the | |
| Kansas skyline | |
| Like the tears that momma cried for her lost son | |
| I' d run, yeah, | |
| I' d run, you know | |
| I' d run, yeah | |
| I' d run |
| zuò qǔ : Ritchey, Tate, Tate | |
| I stood out on the trestle waitin' for the whistle | |
| The 409 was right on time again | |
| Lord, I' d agot a lickin' if they caught me playin' chicken | |
| But I was quite the practiced liar way back then | |
| I saw the smoke above the treetops | |
| And when the train came into view | |
| I stood still as a statue, but | |
| I knew what to do | |
| When I could read the numbers on the front | |
| I' d run like a gypsy, like the hounds of hell' d get me | |
| Like a rabbit on the wrong end of a gun | |
| I' d run like the lightning cuttin' ' cross the | |
| Kansas skyline | |
| Like the tears that momma cried for her lost son | |
| I' d run, yeah, | |
| I' d runI got older but no smarter an' cheatin' fate got harder | |
| But I could still out wit the | |
| Devil and his friends | |
| Went through whiskey, cards an' women, takin' more than | |
| I was givin' | |
| Throwin' love and caution to wind | |
| Every time | |
| I' d let some beauty get a little too close to me | |
| She' d hang around just long enough to find herself the key | |
| When I could feel the lock on my heart come undone | |
| I' d run like a gypsy, like the hounds of hell' d get me | |
| Like a rabbit on the wrong end of a gun | |
| I' d run like the lightning cuttin' ' cross the | |
| Kansas skyline | |
| Like the tears that momma cried for her lost son | |
| I' d run, yeah, | |
| I' d runThere' s broken hearts and broken bottles | |
| Dreams all gone to dust | |
| Girls gone home to momma and cars all gone to rust | |
| If I could go back and undo the hurt | |
| I' d doneI' d run like a gypsy, like the hounds of hell' d get me | |
| Like the rabbit on the wrong end of a gun | |
| I' d run like the lightning cuttin' ' cross the | |
| Kansas skyline | |
| Like the tears that momma cried for her lost son | |
| I' d run, yeah, | |
| I' d run, you know | |
| I' d run, yeah | |
| I' d run |
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