Aint it just like you and me to go down like that?
Bleeding out in a boxcar shot in the back.
We were all that luck(?) all that time
Lord was waiting for us at the end of the line.
Any minute now we knew we were going to have to decide.
Take a fat chance come out gunning.
Get out now and try to keep running down south.
Til she said hey hey cut the rope
No way we're gonna let them get us both
Don't stop running til we reach that coast
Let your pretty momma go up in smoke
Coming out of the harbor it was simple and new
Clean as clear water we could see straight through.
But in that old dust bowl when the money got low
it was all we could do to keep a nail in the floor
Showed on her face, tell by the lines
These were desperate times
Pistol strapped and her hair was dyed
Gonna make her money like Bonnie and Clyde
Well be alright
And she said hey hey cut the rope
No way were gonna let them get us both
Dont stop running til we reach that coast
Let your pretty momma go up in smoke
Dont let the sorry weather get you down
Change your last name, try your luck around
And if they ever come to ask about me
Tell them that you knew me and you kind of liked me
I ain't afraid to go it on my own
You can make a run and make it all alone
Youll be all right
End of the line the engines still burning
Just like the wheels, the hands keep turning round and round
Til time ran out
And she said hey hey cut the rope
No way were gonna let them get us both
Dont stop running til we reach that coast
Let your pretty momma go up in smoke
Bleeding out in a boxcar shot in the back.
We were all that luck(?) all that time
Lord was waiting for us at the end of the line.
Any minute now we knew we were going to have to decide.
Take a fat chance come out gunning.
Get out now and try to keep running down south.
Til she said hey hey cut the rope
No way we're gonna let them get us both
Don't stop running til we reach that coast
Let your pretty momma go up in smoke
Coming out of the harbor it was simple and new
Clean as clear water we could see straight through.
But in that old dust bowl when the money got low
it was all we could do to keep a nail in the floor
Showed on her face, tell by the lines
These were desperate times
Pistol strapped and her hair was dyed
Gonna make her money like Bonnie and Clyde
Well be alright
And she said hey hey cut the rope
No way were gonna let them get us both
Dont stop running til we reach that coast
Let your pretty momma go up in smoke
Dont let the sorry weather get you down
Change your last name, try your luck around
And if they ever come to ask about me
Tell them that you knew me and you kind of liked me
I ain't afraid to go it on my own
You can make a run and make it all alone
Youll be all right
End of the line the engines still burning
Just like the wheels, the hands keep turning round and round
Til time ran out
And she said hey hey cut the rope
No way were gonna let them get us both
Dont stop running til we reach that coast
Let your pretty momma go up in smoke