Billy was a bird dog   He pulled up in a Bonneville   I went to see my manager   He usually handles these things      Billy pulled his wallet   Full of hundred dollar bills   Took me for a joyride   Talkin' 'bout the stereo   Drivin' in the left lane   I'm thinkin' 'bout my burial      We pulled into the liquor store   And he was underage   And all he said to me was   "Put your money away"      'Cause Billy is a runaway      Billy's got a family   Gonna skin him alive   His dope dealing sister   Wants him to join the enterprise      I leave him at the motel   They talk it all over   Sister's got a baby now   And Billy hardly knows her      Well, I'm a friendly kinda guy   And I had to have him over   I gave him a drink, what do you think   His hands start shakin'   His boots start quakin'      Billy is a runaway   Billy is a runaway   Billy is a runaway   Billy is a runaway   Runaway, runaway, runaway      His hands start shakin'   His boots start quakin'   Runaway, baby      Billy is a runaway   Billy is a runaway