Song – Dead On The Run

Ain’t it a strange combination of dealers
Hillbillies, hookers and nuns
Old cattle rustlers, city street hustlers
All of us dead on the run
All of us seekin’ a shelter
We’re dead on the run

See the Mendocino mamas
Workin’ in their gardens
Bakin’ bread and cannin’ fruit
Watch ‘em toil and spin
See them turnin’ back the covers
For their babies and their lovers
Tryin’ to make it through the month
Until the welfare check come in

Ain’t we a strange combination of dealers
Hillbillies, hookers and nuns
Old cattle rustlers, city street hustlers
All of us dead on the run
Dead on the run, dead on the run
All of us seeking a shelter
All of us dead on the run
Dead on the run, dead on the run
All of us seekin’ a haven
We’re dead on the run

See the Mendocino papas
Tryin’ to get the summer crops in
Drivin’ beat up pick-up trucks
Wearin’ worn out clothes
See them stand against the sun there
Like the early frontier fathers
Wipin’ sweat from off their brow
Cocaine off their nose

Ain’t it a strange combination of dealers
Hillbillies, hookers and nuns
Old cattle rustlers, city street hustlers
All of us dead on the run
Dead on the run, dead on the run
All of us seeking a shelter
All of us dead on the run
Dead on the run, dead on the run
All of us seekin’ a haven
We’re dead on the run

Hear the Mendocino children
Playin’ in the quiet streets
Old dogs blinkin’ in the sun
The old man’s in the shade
Feel the dancin’ flowin’ motion
Like the clouds from off the ocean
Easy goin’, windy blowin’
Mendocino day

Ain’t it a strange combination of dealers
Hillbillies, hookers and nuns
Old cattle rustlers, city street hustlers
All of us dead on the run
Dead on the run, dead on the run
Too old for savin’ or seekin’ a haven
All of us dead on the run
Dead on the run, dead on the run
All of us seekin’ a haven
We’re dead on the run

Dead on the run, dead on the run
All of us seekin’ a haven
We’re dead on the run

Words & music by Bob Gibson and Shel Silverstein
© Robert Josiah Music / Evil Eye Music