C                 C                F          C
Aint it just like you and me to go down like that?
 C               C        F           C
Bleeding out in a boxcar shot in the back.
 C                              C
We were all that luck(?) all that time
F                             C
Lord was waiting for us at the end of the line.                     
C                   C                    F        C
Any minute now we knew we were going to have to decide.

F                              
Take a fat chance come out gunning.
C                Em                  F         
Get out now and try to keep running down south.
 
               C
Til she said hey hey cut the rope
  F                           C
No  way we’re gonna let them get us both
  C
Don’t stop running til we reach that coast
  F                              C
Let your pretty momma go up in smoke

  C                C              F         C
Coming out of the harbor it was simple and new
  C         C                  F               C
Clean as clear water we could see straight through.
  C                                   C
But in that old dust bowl when the money got low
         F                         C
it was all we could do to keep a nail in the floor
   C                  C
Showed on her face, tell by the lines
               F        C
These were desperate times

    F           
Pistol strapped and her hair was dyed
    C                     Em
Gonna make her money like Bonnie and Clyde
  F
Well be alright

               C
And she said hey hey cut the rope
  F                          C
No  way were gonna let them get us both
  C
Dont stop running til we reach that coast
  F                              C
Let your pretty momma go up in smoke

   F
Dont let the sorry weather get you down
   C
Change your last name, try your luck around
  F
And if they ever come to ask about me
  C                               Em
Tell them that you knew me and you kind of liked me
 F
I ain’t afraid to go it on my own
 C                              Em
You can make a run and make it all alone
  F
Youll be all right

  F
End of the line the engines still burning
  C                   Em                       F
Just like the wheels, the hands keep turning round and round
 F
Til time ran out

              C
And she said hey hey cut the rope
  F                          C
No  way were gonna let them get us both
  C
Dont stop running til we reach that coast
  F                              C
Let your pretty momma go up in smoke (X2)