Runaway Boy - James Taylor

Fetch down the fiddle, rosin up the bow

Don’t play me nothing on the radio

Don’t make me remember the Alamo

I’m feeling like a little bit of Cotton Eyed Joe

No raging Cajun crawfish stew

Fat batter coming in a Lumalamalu

Boy howdy and howdy damn do

Something like fine setting eyes on you

Let me come down

I won’t never go back up again

Oh, hold me down

Let me come home

I won’t never go away no more

Oh let me come down

In a younger day back in Tennessee

The muddy Mississippi used to call to me

Float on a river and set yourself free

Run from the farm and the family tree

Run from the runaway boy

So I’ve been all the places that I ever want to be

I’ve seen all the people that I ever want to see

I’m sick and tired of being lonely and free

I’m ready today for what’s waiting on me

I’m gotta give up believing I was born to run

Stop acting like a man that gets shot from a gun

I’m putting down roots, I want to soak up sun

And stay right here until my days are done

Let me back down

I will never go up again

Hold me down, tie me on down

Let me go home

I will never go away no more

Oh let me come home

Oh let me go down