The Running Kind

I never got to call you babe
 I never got to call you hon'
 No I never got to call you babe
 Before you decided to run
 Was it just the look in my eyes
 Was I too forward with my replies
 You must have seen right through my wild side
 To the side that wanted you to stay forever and a night
 But I come to find you're just another one of the runnin' kind
 Like a judge with a heavy hand
 I had a bullet for that wayward man
 I had my verdict before he took the stand
 But I was worng lord I was wrong
 Was it just the look in my eyes
 Was I too forward with my replies
 I don't mind dyin' but I don't want to die tryin to find
 A true love to be mine
 While I'm just chasin' down another one of the runnin' kind
 I never got to call you babe
 I never got to call you hon'
 No I never got to call you babe
 before you decided to run