Fugitive Lyrics

Grab your things

And we'll run

I think I know

Where Grandpa keeps the gun

Pack your bags

We'll get out of this town

Don't care what you did if you're in

I'm down, I'm down

There's a motel

Off the five

A little dingy

It'll work just fine

With the kind of heater

That makes noises

Swear if you're quiet

You can hear voices

Grab your things

And we'll run

We'll meet Oregon

Before the sun

Pack your bags

We'll get out of this town

Don't care what you did if you're in

I'm down, I'm down

As the leaves

Turn to gold

And we're driving

Up the coast

Tell me everything

You know

I'll tell you how I

Used to cope

If we hear sirens

We'll pull right

Cause you were never one

To skip a fight

I hope you know that

I'll be by your side

Even if you're

Losing

Grab your things

And we'll run

I'd never let you

Have all the fun

Aren't you glad

We escaped this town

And whatever shit you're in

I'm down, I'm down

You're making me a fugitive

Fugitive

You're making me a fugitive

Fugitive

But I'm down, I'm down