Billy Is A Runaway

Billy was a bird dog He pulled up in a Bonneville I went to see my manager He usually handles these things Billy pulled his wallet Full of hundred dollar bills Took me for a joyride Talkin' 'bout the stereo Drivin' in the left lane I'm thinkin' 'bout my burial We pulled into the liquor store And he was underage And all he said to me was "Put your money away" 'Cause Billy is a runaway Billy's got a family Gonna skin him alive His dope dealing sister Wants him to join the enterprise I leave him at the motel They talk it all over Sister's got a baby now And Billy hardly knows her Well, I'm a friendly kinda guy And I had to have him over I gave him a drink, what do you think His hands start shakin' His boots start quakin' Billy is a runaway Billy is a runaway Billy is a runaway Billy is a runaway Runaway, runaway, runaway His hands start shakin' His boots start quakin' Runaway, baby Billy is a runaway Billy is a runaway