The Way I'm Running

Well, them fat cats down in the city
They picked my pockets, clean and pretty
And them country girls, they leave me alone

So, I cut my hair, and shined my shoes
Threw my Sunday best on
I hitched a ride on down that dusty road going

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

It's a wide eyed girl in the drivers seat
Keeps her hair pinned up, and her dress real neat
Terrified of driving, she ain't afraid to roam

It's Isabel who is a bell that rings like a mid-day sun
Smiles when she says her name
Makes fun of the way I'm running going

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

Darling, loose them worn down licks
Break your habits, and kick your fixes
Roll 'em over, and let 'em go
Ain't like you to stop the show

Sweet Isabel turns with a twinkle in her smile
And with a wink, makes this trip worth my while
You got your running legs, and I know how you feel
And with that, sweet Isabel jerks the wheel

Well, mom and pop, they ain't aware 'til they receive a call
Their little wide eyed girl, and a running man, hit the wall
The story goes, the butcher boys couldn't find no one to blame
'Cause, they saw Isabel laughing when we went up in flames going

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

Darling lost her worn down licks
She broke my habits and kicked my fixes
Rolled me over, and let me go
Just like her, to stop the show

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh



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