Alright

Whoo!

Ah, check this out

I take life as it comes

'Cause I can't take care of business

The devil I had stung

But I left him down in Texas

You see, no one rides for free

But I don't ever let that bother me

Gonna hitch a ride and head out

On the road to nowhere

Gotta do it my way

Kick back and I'll be there, oh, yeah!

Gotta get on with a new religion

Heavenly high on a one-way mission

Kissin' the sky, yeah

Runnin' from the pack, yeah

Wanna get back in the blazin' saddle

Livin' it up and shake that rattle

Standin' on top

And runnin' from the pack, mmm, yeah

One, two, three four

Five or six days ago

I mosied on down to Memphis

It was crazy, don't you know

Everyone looked like Elvis

In search of Dixieland

I drove down to New Orleans

I guess walkin' on the water

Isn't what it used to be, no

Since everyone has a remote

For their TV, oh, yeah

Gotta get on with a new religion

Heaven and hell, that's one hot kitchen

Gotta keep on

And runnin' from the pack, yes, sir!

Sorry, mom, if I sound irreverent

But when Jesus comes, I'm sure expectin'

Him and me to go runnin' from the pack

Alright!

Been runnin' low on where to go

Since Reverend Jim's in jail, you know, yeah

Tammy, she's the whammy

Ain't nobody's, mammy, no, whoo-hoo, yeah

Come on, boys!

Gotta get on with a new religion

Heavenly high on a one-way mission

Kissin' the sky, yeah

Runnin' from the pack, oh...

I wanna get back in the blazin' saddle

Livin' it up and shake that rattle

Standin' on top

And runnin' from the pack

Whoa, yeah!

Gotta get on with a new religion

Heaven and hell, that's no fried chicken

Gotta keep on

And runnin' from the pack

One more time!

Gotta get on, gotta get on

Gotta get on, gotta get on

Gotta get on runnin' from the pack

Oh, yeah, take me, Lord