We all worked on the highway
I was a leading hand
She was a clerk on the payroll and he was a security man
We were all tired of the highways
Heading down a one-way track
We headed out with the payroll
And we never headed back
Grab the money and run
That's all you can do
When there's a world out there and it's waiting for you
On our way
At the most we had a half a day
Then every cop in the land
Every government man
Every two-bit crook with a gun in his hand
Would be out and about
And just looking for us
Things went well on the backroads
Hardly saw a soul all day
And by the time they had discovered us missing
We were four hundred miles away
Climbing on board the "Argentine Queen"
Bobby, Jenny and me
Two hundred grand in the captain in hand
And heading out to sea
Grab the money and run
That's all you can do
When there's a world out there and it's waiting for you
Goodbye old friends
I guess we'll never see them again
But every cop in the land
Every government man
Every two-bit crook with a gun in his hand
Would hardly expect us to go and catch a boat to Mexico
Lying low in Mexico
Had seemed like a real good plan
When she was a clerk on the payroll and he was a security man
But sometimes some people are not what they seem to be
Now every cop in the land
Every government man
Bobby and Jenny with a gun in their hands
Are out and about and just looking for me