Lyrics

"Run, Boys, Run!" Yves Stilmant © 2025
[Verse 1a]
Grandpa's got a .22 and he ain't smilin'
Caught us boys in the cornfield wildin'
We lit a joint and a jug of shine
Now we're racin' fenceposts, feelin' fine
[Verse 1b]
Bobby stole the mower, tried to ride it fast
Threw a rod, rolled it in the chicken grass
Now Grandpa's comin' like a southern storm
In his skivvies, boots, and Vietnam form
[Pre-Chorus]
He's shoutin', "Y'all lost every brain ya had!"
That .22's clickin' -- and he's mad!
[Chorus]
Run, boys, run -- Grandpa's hot on our tail
With a rifle in hand and a face goin' pale
We're laughin', weavin', smokin' like fools
Tippin' over trash cans, breakin' his rules
We're high, we're drunk, and we're barely alive
Prayin' that old man can't drive

[Verse 2a]
Ray's in camo with a traffic cone hat
Dancin' on a goat -- Lord, picture that
We tried to hide in the hog pen mud
But Grandpa's comin' with a whoopin' thud
[Verse 2b]
He said, "I survived war and raisin' your dad
But you dumb boys are ten times as bad!"
Then he tripped in the beans and we thought he was done
'Til he popped back up, yellin', "Run, boys, run!"
[Pre-Chorus]
That man's got speed for ninety-five
Ain't no way we're makin' it out alive
[Chorus]
Run, boys, run -- Grandpa's lost all chill
Yellin' "Get off my land!" from the top of the hill
We're duckin', slippin', stinkin' like sin
Got a raccoon screamin' in the old trash bin
We're high, we're drunk, and beggin' for grace
With Grandpa red-faced in wild chase

[Bridge]
He shot the sky, not a soul got hit
Then laughed so hard he had to sit
Said, "Y'all idiots, pass me that shine
And roll that weed -- just this one time!"

[Double Chorus]
Run, boys, run -- the legend was true
That Grandpa's crazier than Mountain Dew
But he's got heart, and one mean swing
With a beer in hand and a porch to king
We're dumb, we're wild, and we love that man
So we ran... but we ran right back again
Run, boys, run -- the legend was true
That Grandpa's crazier than Mountain Dew
But he's got heart, and one mean swing
With a beer in hand and a porch to king
We're dumb, we're wild, and we love that man
So we ran... but we ran right back again
[Outro]
Now we sit on the porch, three fools and a gun
Laughin' with Grandpa in the settin' sun