| My Great Erscape |
| Kickin' stones down by the gypsy shacks Along the wrong side of the tracks Steppin' over all the cracks Cross my fingers too Wishing on that lucky day When I finally make my getaway Won't be nothing left to say (no no) Only one thing left to do Just run through the valleys And down through the woods Out in the alleys Past the old neighborhoods (And I know I got) so far to travel And the hour is late But it's out of the darkness When I make my great escape When I make my great escape |