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