Now I'm on the run
On the run from it all
I'd rather be shot dead

Then locked up with the law
I'm runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin RUNNIN
No place to hide

And I gotta leave my whole world behind me
My dog and my double wide


You might call me pathetic
You might say that I've lost my mind
Sittin here in the driveway baby and clutchin on a forty-five

But ya did me so wrong
And I can't say I understand
Now I'm bout to blow ya brains out (*##$ into the arms of another man

I cought you creep'n
And now you goin to be sleepin with the worms in the dirt
What the $#&@ was you thinkin

Do I look like the kind of motha$#&@er you can cheat on
You lookin like a $#&@in !@^% I can beat on
But I ever touch

Never layed a single hand
Nair hair on your head
Never touch a single strand

While I sittin here knowin what's bout to happen
There goin get me for domestic because the pistol did the slapin


Now I'm on the run
On the run from it all
I'd rather be shot dead

Then locked up with the law
I'm runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin RUNNIN
No place to hide

And I gotta leave my whole world behind me
My dog and my double wide


Standin here in our bedroom
With your body laid on the ground
Two dead motha$#&@as lookin silly with they blood sprayed all around

And I'm sittin here thinkin where the $#&@ am I goin to go
Burn the whole motha$#&@in trailer to the dirt
And it's off to Mexico

Adiãs motha$#&@as see you later
When I kicked in the door of a double wide trailer
And I saw your $#&@in !@%$ steady bouncin like Hydraulics

And the next door neighbor had you fold like a wallet
And I got to really say I was kind of impressed
The way your heals of your feet was drivin into your chest

And I hate to interrupt while he's givin it to you
The last thing you saw was his face in my boot


Now I'm on the run
On the run from it all
I'd rather be shot dead

Then locked up with the law
I'm runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin RUNNIN
No place to hide

And I gotta leave my whole world behind me
My dog and my double wide


They ain't neva gonna catch me
I won't do a lick of time
I'll ve on a beach under an umbrella gettin blow back sippin wine

And while your laid out burnin
Lookin crispy like some KFC
Do a little soul searchin motha$#&@a cause never shoulda $#&@ed with me


Now I'm on the run
On the run from it all

I'd rather be shot dead
Then locked up with the law
I'm runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin RUNNIN

No place to hide
And I gotta leave my whole world behind me
My dog and my double wide

And I can't take nothin
Nothin at all
Gotta leave my bucket my toaster and my saw
Had a poster of Stone Cold
Still up on the wall

Had to leave town in a hurry
Tell the police I said
$#&@ y'all