Слова:
Bruce Borneman

baby we were born to run Oh honey, tramps like us baby we were born to run Come on with me, tramps like us baby we were born to run Ru-uh-uh-un

Hey little girl is your daddy home? Did he go away and leave you all alone? I got a bad desire I'm on fire Tell me now baby is he good to you? Can

Well, I came to your house the other day Your mother said you went away She said there was nothing that I could have done There was nothing nobody

I had a job, I had a girl I had something going, mister, in this world I got laid off down at the lumber yard Our love went bad, times got hard Now

We sit in the car outside your house I can feel the heat coming 'round I go to put my arm around you and you give me a look like I'm way out of bounds

Hey, Eddie, can you lend me a few bucks And tonight can you get us a ride Gotta make it through the tunnel Got a meeting with a man on the other side

With her killer graces And her secret places That no boy can fill With her hands on her hips Oh and that smile on her lips Because she knows that it kills

The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway He walks through town all alone--"He must be from the fort," he hears the high school girls

Catlong sighs, holdin' Kitty's black tooth She left to marry some top cat, ain't it the cold truth? And there hasn't been a tally since Sally left the