Run, Boys, Run |
Lyrics"Run, Boys, Run!" Yves Stilmant © 2025[Verse 1a] Grandpa's got a .22 and he ain't smilin' Caught us boys in the cornfield wildin' We lit a joint and a jug of shine Now we're racin' fenceposts, feelin' fine [Verse 1b] Bobby stole the mower, tried to ride it fast Threw a rod, rolled it in the chicken grass Now Grandpa's comin' like a southern storm In his skivvies, boots, and Vietnam form [Pre-Chorus] He's shoutin', "Y'all lost every brain ya had!" That .22's clickin' -- and he's mad! [Chorus] Run, boys, run -- Grandpa's hot on our tail With a rifle in hand and a face goin' pale We're laughin', weavin', smokin' like fools Tippin' over trash cans, breakin' his rules We're high, we're drunk, and we're barely alive Prayin' that old man can't drive [Verse 2a] Ray's in camo with a traffic cone hat Dancin' on a goat -- Lord, picture that We tried to hide in the hog pen mud But Grandpa's comin' with a whoopin' thud [Verse 2b] He said, "I survived war and raisin' your dad But you dumb boys are ten times as bad!" Then he tripped in the beans and we thought he was done 'Til he popped back up, yellin', "Run, boys, run!" [Pre-Chorus] That man's got speed for ninety-five Ain't no way we're makin' it out alive [Chorus] Run, boys, run -- Grandpa's lost all chill Yellin' "Get off my land!" from the top of the hill We're duckin', slippin', stinkin' like sin Got a raccoon screamin' in the old trash bin We're high, we're drunk, and beggin' for grace With Grandpa red-faced in wild chase [Bridge] He shot the sky, not a soul got hit Then laughed so hard he had to sit Said, "Y'all idiots, pass me that shine And roll that weed -- just this one time!" [Double Chorus] Run, boys, run -- the legend was true That Grandpa's crazier than Mountain Dew But he's got heart, and one mean swing With a beer in hand and a porch to king We're dumb, we're wild, and we love that man So we ran... but we ran right back again Run, boys, run -- the legend was true That Grandpa's crazier than Mountain Dew But he's got heart, and one mean swing With a beer in hand and a porch to king We're dumb, we're wild, and we love that man So we ran... but we ran right back again [Outro] Now we sit on the porch, three fools and a gun Laughin' with Grandpa in the settin' sun |
| Lyric Credits: Yves Stilmant |
| Music Credits: Yves Stilmant |
| Producer Credits: Lumiere SoundWorks/Audio Alchemy |
| Publisher Credits: Groove Tattoo Publishing |
| Performance Credits: Yves Stilmant |
| Song Length: 3:07 |
| Primary Genre: Country-Contemporary |
| Secondary Genre: Country-General |
| Lead Vocal: Male Vocal |
| Language: English |
| Era: 2000 and later |