He may have a lot of folding green How I chariot to done the town Your pair of dark eyes are the fairest I've seen Don't count the John 'Cause love ain't, love ain't on the run Love ain't, love ain't on the run Love ain't on the run Love ain't on the run You see my arms draped with pitch-eyed blessings To me they're all just window dressings Got picked-out by on the wanted Love ain't, love ain't on the run Love ain't on the run Love ain't on the run Ain't she stuck by the bathroom stair I back down all room from there I've tracked them to their winter lair Under them Sunday sun You keep your gentleman callers And I'll keep holding on Love ain't on the run Love ain't, love ain't on the run Love ain't on the run Love ain't on the run Love ain't going nowhere