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 coming off the tracks
Runaway, baby, like a runaway train
Runaway and never look back
Runaway and never look back

Well, it's a Vegas wedding 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

Runaway, baby, like a runaway train
Like a train coming off the tracks
Runaway, baby, like a runaway train
Runaway and never look back
Runaway and never look back

In a cheap motel on the county line
Sneaking back into town in the black of night
I heard the preacher screaming through the motel door
Yeah, he's cursing my soul in the name of the Lord

Runaway, baby, like a runaway train
Like a train coming off the tracks
Runaway, baby, like a runaway train
Runaway and never look back

Runaway, baby, like a runaway train
Like a train coming off the tracks
Runaway, baby, like a runaway train
Runaway and never look back
Runaway and never look back
Runaway and never look back