INTRO
Down every road, there's always one more city.
I'm on the run, the highway is my home.
I raised a lot of Cain back in my younger days,
While Momma used to pray my crops would fail.
Outrun the law, or spend my life in jail.
I'd like to settle down but they won't let me,
A fugitive must be a rollin' stone.
Down every road, there's always one more city.
I'm on the run, the highway is my home.
INSTRUMENTAL
I'm lonely, but I can't afford the luxury,
Of having one I love to come along.
She'd only slow me down, they'd catch up with me.
For he who travels fastest goes alone.
I'd like to settle down but they won't let me,
A fugitive must be a rollin' 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.