Well, I sold my guitar for a diamond ring
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Yeah the preachera€™s daughtera€™s got a thing for me
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With all of our stuff in a pick up truck
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Yeah wea€™re headed out west in a cloud of dust
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[Chorus:]
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Runaway baby like a runaway train
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Like a train comina€™ off the tracks
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Runaway baby like a runaway train
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Runaway and never look back
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Runaway and never look back
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Well, ita€™s a Vegas weddina€™ at the break of day
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By a magistrate dressed in blue suede
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Lost all of our cash on a roll of the bones
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Had to pawn that ring just to get back home
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[Chorus]
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In a cheap motel on the county line
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Sneakina€™ back into town in the black of night
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I heard the preacher screamina€™ through the motel door
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Yeah hea€™s cursina€™ my soul in the name of the Lord
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Runaway baby like a runaway train
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Like a train comina€™ off the tracks
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Runaway baby like a runaway train
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Runaway and never look back
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Runaway baby like a runaway train
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Like a train comina€™ off the tracks
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Runaway baby like a runaway train
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Runaway and never look back
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Runaway and never look back
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Runaway and never look back
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Runaway Train
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| Little Big Town |
