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