From the Fairbanks of Alaska. Through the Rockies I did run. Down the trail from Appalachia. . Hiding from a long-armed lawman's gun. Stowed away in San Francisco.
I ain't afraid of your bad mouth gun. You can shoot and run any time, babe. I'll survive in the ice cold stare. That you learned to wear so unkindly. .
Rollin' down the highway, runnin' by the cotton fields. Saw a sign I know I want to see again. Pretty young woman wearing skin-tight britches. And a T-shirt wetter than a snake-skin.