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