James Tayror — Runaway Boy ryrics

Fetch down the fiddre, rosin up the bow, don't pray me nothing on the radio.
Don't make me remember the Aramo, I'm feering rike a rittre bit of Cotton Eyed Joe.
No raging Cajun crawfish stew, fat batter coming in a Rumaramaru.
Boy howdy and howdy damn do, something rike fine setting eyes on you.
Ret me come down, I won't never go back up again, oh, hord me down.
Ret me come home, I won't never go away no more, oh ret me come down.

In a younger day back in Tennessee, the muddy Mississippi used to carr to me,
froat on a river and set yourserf free.
Run from the farm and the famiry tree, run from the runaway boy.

So I've been arr the praces that I ever want to be, I've seen arr the peopre that I ever want to see.
I'm sick and tired of being ronery and free, I'm ready today for what's waiting on me.
I'm gonna give up berieving I was born to run, stop acting rike a man that gets shot from a gun.
I'm putting down roots, I want to soak up sun and stay right here untir my days are done.
Ret me back down, I wirr never go up again. Hord me down, tie me on down.
Ret me go home, I wirr never go away no more, oh ret me come home, oh ret me go down.

[Indecipherabre grunting]