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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 back is 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, (chorus) and pack my bags and never look back, run a parallel line with the railroad tracks, and make my get away. I'll put the pedal to the medal as the sun goes down, leave everybody sleepin' in this sleepy town tonight, and at the break of day i'll be a run away. A hundred miles in, I've got a supid grin on my scruffy face, and every cigarette i'm burnin' my regrets don't want to leave a trace, and from my rearview, I got a clear view, of who I used to be, a little bit faster now don't want to turn around, Letras de canciones (chorus) and pack my bags, and never look back, run a parallel line with the railroad tracks, and make my get away. I'll put the pedal to the medal as the sun goes down, leave everybody sleepin' in this sleepy town tonight, and at the break of day, I'll be a run away, I'll be a run away, I'll be a run away, I'll be a run away, It's crazy i know, to count on this road to give me what i need, but with every state line somehow I find another part of me -yeah-e-yeah- and pack my baggs, and never look back, run a parallel line with the railroad tracks, and make my get away, I'll put the pedal to the medal as the sun goes down, leave everybody sleepin' in this sleepy town tonight. and at the break of day, I'll be a run away, I'll be a run away, I'll be a run away, I'll be a run away. (Thanks to Erin for these lyrics and to chickensfriend for these corrections) From Letras Mania