I Am a Lonesome Fugitive

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 fade

Now I'm a haunted fugitive with just two ways

I'll run the law or spent 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