It's been a long week, I've got a slow leak in my left front tire
I'm sick of where I work, my boss is such a jerk, don't care if I get fired
My backs about to break, no money in the bank, and she don't call me anymore
I'm down to my last ring, it's time to sell my things,

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And pack my bags, and never look back, run a parallel line with the railroad tracks, and make my get away
I put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down
Leave everybody sleepin in this sleepy town tonight, and at the break of day, I'll be a runaway!

A hundred miles in, I got a stupid grin on my scruffy face
With every cigarette, I'm burning my regrets
Don't want to leave a trace
And from the rear-view, I've got clear view of who I used to be
A little bit faster now, don't wanna turn around

I'm gonna pack my bags, and never look back
Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks, and make my get away
I put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down
Leave everybody sleepin in this sleepy town tonight
And at the break of day, I'll be a runaway! I'll be a runaway!
I'll be a runaway, I'll be a runaway!

It's crazy, I know, to count on this road and give me what I need
But with every state line, somehow I find, another part of me
Yeah-e-yeah!

I'm gonna pack my bags, and never look back
Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks, and make my get away
I put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down
Leave everybody sleepin in this sleepy town tonight, and at the break of day, I'll be a runaway! I'll be a runaway! I'll be a runaway!