The Runaway Song
By Cast Iron Filter
rmofle at satx.rr.com
5/7/04
This was a tough one to get. Enjoy!
Capo 1
G C G C Em C G D twice
[G]She's headed [C]down to [G]New Or[C]leans, she's got a [Em]hundred miles of [C]highway still to [G]go to[D]night
[G]With just a [C]smile and a [G]pair of faded [C]jeans, one [Em]map and a [C]novel tucked be[G]tween her [D]thighs
[G]She's been [C]drivin since they b[G]uilt the Wall of C[C]hina just a[Em]-runnin from[C] her wor[G]ries and th[D]e places she goes
[G]She's been [C]livin' down in [G]Northern Caro[C]lina just a-[Em]runnin' from her [C]family and her [G]broken [D]windows
Chorus:
[C]She borrowed a bottle of beer of [A]mine but she wanted to drink alone
[C]But she let me blow the top off [D]of the foam and [Bm]then I said
"Hey, [C]Hey, pretty [G]girl why you [C]runnin' a[G]way [C]why don't you [G]stay for a[D]nother day
[C]Yeah I [G]know you're tryin' to [C]get it [G]right but just [C]settle [G]down around [D]here to[G]night."
She looked at me with a coy little smile and some mischief in her eye, then a frown on her face
She said, "Well, maybe just a little while Lord knows I'm having trouble getting' outta that place
I been runnin since my daddy hit my mama, I've had enough of family violence and my brother's too mean
I'm goin' to Asia, gonna meet the Dali Lama Gonna dress like Elvis Presley for the next Halloween."
Chorus
Mandolin solo
She said, "Well, now I gotta be goin', gotta make the French Quarter before midnight
I ain't got time for this raunchy bungalowin'." and with that she started walkin' back into the night
She pulled out on the highway drivin' eighty left the empty beer bottle sittin' on the porch
But that's alright because she wasn't my type of lady but she surely wasn't anything I'd seen before
Chorus
By Cast Iron Filter
rmofle at satx.rr.com
5/7/04
This was a tough one to get. Enjoy!
Capo 1
G C G C Em C G D twice
[G]She's headed [C]down to [G]New Or[C]leans, she's got a [Em]hundred miles of [C]highway still to [G]go to[D]night
[G]With just a [C]smile and a [G]pair of faded [C]jeans, one [Em]map and a [C]novel tucked be[G]tween her [D]thighs
[G]She's been [C]drivin since they b[G]uilt the Wall of C[C]hina just a[Em]-runnin from[C] her wor[G]ries and th[D]e places she goes
[G]She's been [C]livin' down in [G]Northern Caro[C]lina just a-[Em]runnin' from her [C]family and her [G]broken [D]windows
Chorus:
[C]She borrowed a bottle of beer of [A]mine but she wanted to drink alone
[C]But she let me blow the top off [D]of the foam and [Bm]then I said
"Hey, [C]Hey, pretty [G]girl why you [C]runnin' a[G]way [C]why don't you [G]stay for a[D]nother day
[C]Yeah I [G]know you're tryin' to [C]get it [G]right but just [C]settle [G]down around [D]here to[G]night."
She looked at me with a coy little smile and some mischief in her eye, then a frown on her face
She said, "Well, maybe just a little while Lord knows I'm having trouble getting' outta that place
I been runnin since my daddy hit my mama, I've had enough of family violence and my brother's too mean
I'm goin' to Asia, gonna meet the Dali Lama Gonna dress like Elvis Presley for the next Halloween."
Chorus
Mandolin solo
She said, "Well, now I gotta be goin', gotta make the French Quarter before midnight
I ain't got time for this raunchy bungalowin'." and with that she started walkin' back into the night
She pulled out on the highway drivin' eighty left the empty beer bottle sittin' on the porch
But that's alright because she wasn't my type of lady but she surely wasn't anything I'd seen before
Chorus
