Down every road there´s always one more city I´m on the run, the highway is my home I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days While Mama used to pray my crops would fail
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 won´t 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 lonely but I can´t 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 travels fastest goes alone I´d like to settle down but they won´t 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 (Acuff Rose)