Runnin' On
20 miles a gallon down this ol' highway
Gets you farther than you think when you've got all day
Only thing behind me is a red cloud of dust
And the ghost of a man they say I loved too much
Well, we met at church on a cold Sunday
And he promised to love me 'til my very last day
Little did I know his last would come first
Leave me flying down this road in a flatbed hearse
Three years together, babe, all I've got to say -
It's a good thing God forgives, 'cause I just can't!
I'm runnin' on, runnin' on
Just runnin' on, runnin' on
I'm runnin' on, runnin' on empty
I'm runnin' on, runnin' on
Just runnin' on, runnin' on
I'm runnin' on, runnin' on empty
But I'm runnin' on
First two years weren't all that bad
If you cut out three quarters of the drinks he had
Beginning of the third he thought he got clever
Took the backroads on the way to deliver that scarlet letter
Didn't see me trailing him a quarter mile behind
When I tied him up, threw him in my truck and took him for a ride
Now I'm runnin' on, runnin' on
Just runnin' on, runnin' on
I'm runnin' on, runnin' on empty
I'm runnin' on, runnin' on
Runnin' on, runnin' on
I'm runnin' on, runnin' on empty
But I'm runnin' on
And when Monday rolls around and he ain't at work by 9
I'll be long past that Oklahoma line
But if the judge ever asks me up on that stand
They're my prints on the gun, but he forced my hand
So I'm runnin on
Just runnin on
Oh, I'm runnin on
Gets you farther than you think when you've got all day
Only thing behind me is a red cloud of dust
And the ghost of a man they say I loved too much
Well, we met at church on a cold Sunday
And he promised to love me 'til my very last day
Little did I know his last would come first
Leave me flying down this road in a flatbed hearse
Three years together, babe, all I've got to say -
It's a good thing God forgives, 'cause I just can't!
I'm runnin' on, runnin' on
Just runnin' on, runnin' on
I'm runnin' on, runnin' on empty
I'm runnin' on, runnin' on
Just runnin' on, runnin' on
I'm runnin' on, runnin' on empty
But I'm runnin' on
First two years weren't all that bad
If you cut out three quarters of the drinks he had
Beginning of the third he thought he got clever
Took the backroads on the way to deliver that scarlet letter
Didn't see me trailing him a quarter mile behind
When I tied him up, threw him in my truck and took him for a ride
Now I'm runnin' on, runnin' on
Just runnin' on, runnin' on
I'm runnin' on, runnin' on empty
I'm runnin' on, runnin' on
Runnin' on, runnin' on
I'm runnin' on, runnin' on empty
But I'm runnin' on
And when Monday rolls around and he ain't at work by 9
I'll be long past that Oklahoma line
But if the judge ever asks me up on that stand
They're my prints on the gun, but he forced my hand
So I'm runnin on
Just runnin on
Oh, I'm runnin on
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Writer(s): Madison Nicole Jarboe
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