John Raymond Pollard

Lyrics

If you get to thinking that you love me
once I'm set free from it all...
When you've done some thinking
about you and me,
if you miss me, give a call.
Oh, now, babe, don't you see,
pretty babe, once I'm free,
if I come running back to your pain,
if I come running back to the bane,
if I come running, running, running,
I'm the biggest fool of all,

for I've started thinking about you and me--
how it will be once I'm gone.
I see you sitting, sipping bourbon or tea.
You won't be free from what's done.
Oh now, babe, do you think,
as you toy with your drink
if I come running back to your arms,
if I come running I do myself harm?
If I come running, running, running,
I'm the biggest fool of all.