The Runaway - Gallagher And Lyle
She packed her things in a carpet bag
She left home never looking back
Taking care to cover up her tracks
Stopping over till she made a wage
Telling no one she was under age
A number on a missing person's page
Rings on her fingers, paint on her toes
She'd holler music where ever she goes
On a transistor radio
Family doctors, potions and pills
Hold no cure for a small town girl
She don't fit in this small town world
Runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway
Darkness falls and finds her on her own
The sparkling highway just keeps rolling on
And she's a thousand miles from home
Dropping coins into a telephone
But all that answers is a ringing tone
Sometimes it seems the whole world's not at home
Rings on her fingers, paint on her toes
She'd holler music where ever she goes
On a transistor radio
Family doctors, potions and pills
Hold no cure for a small town girl
She don't fit in this small town world
Runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway
Runaway
County lines let me
Nothing stops her from being free
Runaway
She will wander where she pleases
Runaway
Folks will always wonder why
She never stopped to say goodbye
Runaway
Back at home, they sit and sigh
Runaway
Steady job and a nice young man
They thought they had the future planned
Runaway
They can never, ever understand
Runaway
Runaway
Runaway, runaway.

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