By Denny Laine



If I have to run, I'm not runnin' out on you.

If I have to shake a little sand out of my shoes,

I'm runnin' from the law, or they'll put me inside.



Baby, won't you let me have a little time to hide.

Baby, won't you let me have a little time to hide.



I've been on the run since the Good Lord knows when,

And the day I die,

I'll still be runnin' then,

Runnin' from the days when I would lay me down and cry.



Baby, won't you let me have a little time to hide.

Baby, won't you let me have a little time to hide.



Will I love you tomorrow?

Yes, I will; my love,

Oh yes I will, my love.



Will I beg, steal or borrow?

Yes, I will; my love,

Oh yes I will, my love.



To spend a little time happy to be by your side.

Baby, won't you let me have a little time to hide.



If I have to run, I'm not runnin' out on you.

If I have to shake a little sand out of my shoes,

I'm runnin' from the law, or they'll put me inside.



Baby, won't you let me have a little time,

Baby, won't you let me have a little time,

Baby, won't you let me have a little time to hide