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On the run
Folks said they were crazy Completely irate Took ‘em to a place called Woodlawn Estates.
The girl in her cell ate cigarette butts And the man in his Bombed little grass huts.
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With friends on the outside And the sanity left inside They made their escape.
They joined up with a caravan Travelin’ cross the land Sleepin’ in the desert sand And dodgin’ the man.
Made a gas stop and some old man Called up the cops. Man spied by a friend On the run again.
On the run from the sanity Man calls humanity. Never did trust ol’ Jess, But they lost him in a fuss ‘Bout a girl in a bar Near Omaha.
On the run from the sanity Man calls humanity.
Papa was a cryin’ Mama was a dyin’ Couldn’t find their pups And then they woke up.
- Sheila Robinson
