George Strait

If theres a plane or a bus leaving dallas
I hope youre on it
If theres a train moving fast down the tracks
I hope you caught it
Cause I swear out there aint where you ought to be
So catch a ride, catch a cab
Dont you know I miss you bad
But dont you walk to me
Baby run, cut a path across the blue skies
Straight in a straight line
You cant get here fast enough
Find a truck and fire it up
Lean on the gas and off the clutch
Leave dallas in the dust
I need you in a rush
So baby run
If you aint got a suit case
Get a box or an old brown paper sack