The Fugitive

Down every road there's always one more city
I'm on the run the highway is my home

I raised a lot a cane back in my younger days
While mama used to pray my crops would fail
Now I'm a hunted fugitive with just two ways
Outrun the law or spend my life in jail

I'd like to settle down but they wont let me
A fugitive must be a rolling stone
Down every road there's always one more city
I'm on the run the highway is my home

(Guitar Music)

I'm lonely but I cant afford the luxury
Of having one I love to come along
She'd only slow me down and they'd catch up with me
For he who travel fastest goes alone

I'd like to settle down but they wont let me
A fugitive must be a rolling stone
Down every road there's always one more city
I'm on the run the highway is my home

I'm on the run the highway is my home