Runaway Train
Lyrics Little Big Town

Written by: Jimi Westbrook

Produced by: Wayne Kirkpatrick

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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

Run away baby like a runaway train
Like a train comin' off the tracks
Run away baby like a runaway train
Run away and never look back
Run away 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

Run away baby like a runaway train
Like a train comin' off the tracks
Run away baby like a runaway train
Run away and never look back
Run away and never look back

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

Run away baby like a runaway train
Like a train comin' off the tracks
Run away baby like a runaway train
Run away and never look back

Run away baby like a runaway train
Like a train comin' off the tracks
Run away baby like a runaway train
Run away and never look back
Run away and never look back
Run away and never look back

Song facts

"I feel like this one wrote itself. It started with that acoustic groove that kicks the song off. It felt like a runaway train. There are elements that make me think about home too. I had this picture in my head of this guy who, of course, sells his guitar to run off with the preacher's daughter, which is a very small town kind of thing to do. It's just this youthful story of spontaneity and living in the moment and being on the run. From beginning to end, it's on the edge of out of control, which is fun." - Jimi Westbrook

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