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Some songs hit you with a story so vivid, so raw, that you feel like you’re living inside it. Runaway Mama is one of those songs—a tale wrapped in heartache, resilience, and the relentless pursuit of freedom.
From the very first note, you can feel the weight of a past that’s too heavy to carry. Whether it’s a woman running from a love that’s turned cold or escaping the expectations that have shackled her for too long, the song paints a picture of a soul desperate to reclaim herself. The lyrics don’t just tell a story; they are the story—every whispered regret, every footstep on the pavement, every mile put between her and what she left behind.
The melody carries a bittersweet ache, the kind that tugs at something deep inside you. It’s not just about escape—it’s about survival, about choosing yourself even when the world tells you not to. And isn’t that something we can all relate to in one way or another?
Runaway Mama isn’t just a song—it’s a feeling, a moment frozen in time where heartbreak and hope collide. It’s the kind of song that makes you roll down the car window, let the wind whip through your hair, and wonder if, just maybe, you’ve got a little runaway spirit in you, too
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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 a man cannot ignore.
And she’s standing out in a bar room
When she walks out on the floor.
If you se this kind of woman thumbling a ride and showing skin.
She’s my runaway mama.
Call the law and turn her in.
If you see a woman flirting and she’s hurting a bunch of men.
She’s my runaway mama.
Call the law and turn her in.
If you see her somewhere dancing on a table ina a bar.
Go and call the chief of police and try to tell ’em where you are.
She’s my runaway mama, chasing other men.
She’s my runaway mama, she’s somewhere and gone again.
If you see this kind of lady thumbing a ride and showing skin.
She’s my runaway mama.
Call the law and turn her in.
She’s my runaway mama.