Lyrics:

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 can talk it all over

His sister's got a baby now

And Billy hardly knows her



Well I'm a friendly kind of 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 (x4)



Runaway (x3)



His hands start shakin'

His boots start quakin'



Runaway baby



Billy is a runaway (x2)