Runaway Train - Little Big Town

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