Songwriters on the Run

They both broke out of jail
And walked quickly to the nearest hill
Where they looked back upon the scale
Of what they'd done to get to the hill

And they had their songs packed away
No time to waste or lose
And they had their songs to play

They made it to the nearest town
And found an empty house there to hide
The guards were tracking them down
But they both felt safe inside

And they had their songs to sing
No time to waste or lose
And they had their songs to sing

They wondered where they should go
Remembered a club that they'd once played
Run by a lady named Jo who didn't mind if they stayed
Because she had her heart upon one of the men who played
And as he sang his song she saw that he felt the same

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