Well, I sold my guitar for a diamond ring
Yeah the preacher´s daughter´s got a thing for me
With all of our stuff in a pick up truck
Yeah we´re headed out west in a cloud of dust

Runaway baby like a runaway train
Like a train comin´ off the tracks
Runaway baby like a runaway train
Runaway and never look back
Runaway and never look back

Well, it´s a Vegas weddin´ at the break of day
By a magistrate dressed in blue suede
Lost all of our cash on a roll of the bones
Had to pawn that ring just to get back home

In a cheap motel on the county line
Sneakin´ back into town in the black of night
I heard the preacher screamin´ through the motel door
Yeah he´s cursin´ my soul in the name of the Lord

Runaway baby like a runaway train
Like a train comin´ off the tracks
Runaway baby like a runaway train
Runaway and never look back

Runaway baby like a runaway train
Like a train comin´ off the tracks
Runaway baby like a runaway train
Runaway and never look back
Runaway and never look back
Runaway and never look back