The Way I'm Running Lyrics

Pigpen Theatre Co. 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:

Oooo Oooo

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 midday sun
Smiles when she says her name
Makes fun of the way I'm running going:

Oooo Ooooo

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

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:

Oooo Oooo

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

Oooo Oooo