Teenage Runaway - The Blue Van

Oh, away she blows

Through the door and down the street she goes

The levee won’t hold

A young lost soul

She’ll break away the shackles of the old

Daddy’s girl

With all your mammas curls

Sneaking away

As morning turns to day

Teenage runaway

So the story goes

Another day another bird has flown

No-more will he preach

His worn out speech

She’s going where his bible belt won’t reach

Daddy’s girl

Pawned her mothers pearls

Stealing away

As morning turns to day

Teenage runaway

Oh, Why did she leave me, Lord?

Oh, Where did my words fall short?