The Bluegrass Sessions

She's my run away mama always chasing other men She's my run away mama she's somewhere and gone again. If you see this kind of lady, kind of tall, kind of slim. She's my runaway mama. Call the law and turn her in she's got lots of pretty things that

I'm tired of this dirty old city. Entirely too much work and never enough play. And I'm tired of these dirty old sidewalks. Think I'll walk off my steady job today. Turn me loose, set me free, somewhere in the middle of Montanna. And gimme all I got