We all worked on the highway,
I was a leading hand,
She was a clerk on the payroll and he was a security man,
We were all tired of the highways,
heading down a one-way track,
We headed out with the payroll,
and we never headed back.
CHORUS
Grab the money and run,
that's all you can do,
When there's a world out there and it's waiting for you,
On our way,
at the most we had a half a day,
Then every cop in the land,
every government man,
Every two-bit crook with a gun in his hand,
Would be out and about,
and just looking for us.
Things went well on the backroads,
hardly saw a soul all day,
And by the time they had discovered us missing,
We were four hundred miles away,
Climbing on board the "Argentine Queen",
Bobby, Jenny and me,
Two hundred grand in the captain in hand,
And heading out to sea.
CHORUS
Grab the money and run,
that's all you can do,
When there's a world out there and it's waiting for you,
Goodbye old friends,
I guess we'll never see them again,
But every cop in the land,
every government man,
Every two-bit crook with a gun in his hand,
Would hardly expect us to go and catch a boat to Mexico.
Lying low in Mexico,
had seemed like a real good plan,
When she was a clerk on the payroll and he was a security man,
But sometimes some people are not what they seem to be,
Now every cop in the land,
every government man,
Bobby and Jenny with a gun in their hands,
Are out and about and just looking for me.
