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5 4 3 2 Run
She stares all night at the plaster peeling
Off of the shadows she painted on the ceiling
Trying to find some philosophical meaning
to life
But the truth is Ruth is ready to hatch
She's gotta break the door down,
gotta bust a latch
She's got a super-sized itch
That's gotta be scratched, alright
She stands up and gets down
And digs her heels out of that
pea-pickin' town
CHORUS
Hey, hey, hey, hey-yeah what a waste
There's more to life than just takin' up space
Hey, hey, hey, hey- this is s'posed to be fun
5 4 3 2 ready run
She sold we diamond ring
and bought a Winnebago
Found her way to heaven on the
way to San Diego
Chased her ruby red boots anywhere
that they'd go, anytime
She got sidetracked and backpacked
her way to Atlanta
Picked a pocketful or posies, got
her busted in 'Bama
Truck stop trollop, selling roses
from a van for a dime
She woke up and broke down
Collect call to that pea-pickin' town
CHORUS
Hey, hey, hey, hey-yeah what a waste
There's more to life than just takin' up space
Hey, hey, hey, hey- this is s'posed to be fun
5 4 3 2 ready run
BRIDGE
Run, run, run, run all the way home
Run away from the great unknown
It felt good for a minute, 'til she got
stuck in it
stuck in it
Her yellow brick road crashed
Right through the rose-colored glass
Rose-colored glass
SECOND CHORUS
Hey, hey, hey, hey-yeah, what a waste
There's more to life than the thrill of
the chase
Hey, hey, hey, hey-this is s'posed to be fun
5 4 3 2 ready run
(REPEAT SECOND CHORUS)
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(REPEAT SECOND CHORUS)
5 4 3 2 ready run
Hey, hey, hey, hey-this is s'posed to be fun
the chase
There's more to life than the thrill of
Hey, hey, hey, hey-yeah, what a waste
SECOND CHORUS
Rose-colored glass
Right through the rose-colored glass
Her yellow brick road crashed
stuck in it
stuck in it
It felt good for a minute, 'til she got
Run away from the great unknown
Run, run, run, run all the way home
BRIDGE
5 4 3 2 ready run
Hey, hey, hey, hey- this is s'posed to be fun
There's more to life than just takin' up space
Hey, hey, hey, hey-yeah what a waste
CHORUS
Collect call to that pea-pickin' town
She woke up and broke down
from a van for a dime
Truck stop trollop, selling roses
her busted in 'Bama
Picked a pocketful or posies, got
her way to Atlanta
She got sidetracked and backpacked
that they'd go, anytime
Chased her ruby red boots anywhere
way to San Diego
Found her way to heaven on the
and bought a Winnebago
She sold we diamond ring
5 4 3 2 ready run
Hey, hey, hey, hey- this is s'posed to be fun
There's more to life than just takin' up space
Hey, hey, hey, hey-yeah what a waste
CHORUS
pea-pickin' town
And digs her heels out of that
She stands up and gets down
That's gotta be scratched, alright
She's got a super-sized itch
gotta bust a latch
She's gotta break the door down,
But the truth is Ruth is ready to hatch
to life
Trying to find some philosophical meaning
Off of the shadows she painted on the ceiling
She stares all night at the plaster peeling
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