Down every road there's always one more cityI'm on the run, the highway is my homeI raised a lot of cane back in my younger daysWhile Mama used to pray my crops would failI'm a hunted fugitive with just two ways:Outrun the law or spend my life in jailI'd like to settle down but they won't let meA fugitive must be a rolling stoneDown every road there's always one more cityI'm on the run, the highway is my homeI'm lonely but I can't afford the luxuryOf having one I love to come alongShe'd only slow me down and they'd catch up with meFor he who travels fastest goes aloneI'd like to settle down but they won't let meA fugitive must be a rolling stoneDown every road there's always one more cityI'm on the run, the highway is my homeI'm on the run, the highway is my home(Acuff Rose)
