Verse 1: A D If he's a rock 'n' roller country singer, poet, writer, deep-ass thinker A D Philosophizer who reads too much, is always slightly out of touch A D Never calls, sends late-night texts, is still hung up on his latest ex A D Uses three-in-one, better yet, has navy blue sheets on his bed Chorus: D E A F#m Oh, run, run, I beg of you, please run D E A E F#m Run anywhere but back to him, oh, run like a son of a gun
Verse 2: A D If he is self-absorbed and doesn't tip, polysci is what he majored in A D Movie buff to the extreme, has no hopes or lofty dreams A D Makes you pay, says that he's got you next time you're out to eat A D Never offers you a ride and makes you walk on the outside Chorus: D E A F#m Oh, run, run, I beg of you, please run D E A E F#m Run anywhere but back to him, oh, run like a son of a gun Verse 3: A D Can't take a joke or a witty song, never admits to being wrong A D Ignores the list of bright red flags and asks why navy sheets are bad Chorus: D E A F#m Run, run, I beg of you, please run D E A E F#m Run anywhere but back to him, oh, run like a son of a gun D E A F#m Yeah, run, run, I beg of you, please run D E A E F#m A E F#m Run anywhere but back to him, oh, run like a son of a gun Run like a son of a gun