Down every road theres always one more city
Im on the run, the highway is my home
I raised a little cain back in my younger days
While momma used to pray my crops would fail
Now Im a hunted fugitive with just two ways
Outrun the law or spend my life in jail
Id like to settle down but they wont let me
A fugitive must be a rolling stone
Down every road theres always one more city
Im on the run, the highway is my home
Im lonely but I cant afford the luxury
Of having one I love to come along
Shed only slow me down and theyd catch up with me
For he who travels fastest goes alone
Id like to settle down but they wont let me
A fugitive must be a rolling stone
Down every road theres always one more city
Im on the run, the highway is my home
Im on the run, the highway is my home