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