She's A Runner

She stepped off of the airplane
Social media tipped me off
She doesn't care about Sunday
Or that book by Nabokov
She's a best selling authoress
She reads her prose aloud to me
She had to pawn her wedding dress
To pay the money she owed to me

She's my gunner
And I'm getting her back someday
But she's a runner
And she's running away from me

She was born under southern sky
And that's where she's always been
In the south is where she'll die
And where she'll fall in love again

She's my gunner
And I'm getting her back someday
But she's a runner
And she's running away from me

I don't pretend to have the answers
But I've been thinking
The less I know
The more I keep drinking

She's my gunner
And I'm getting her back someday
But she's a runner
And she's running away from me

Ignorance is bliss
And that keeps Jack a happy boy



Credits
Writer(s): Doug Burton
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