Down every road, there's always one more city
I'm on the run, I've waved my horn
I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days
Well, mama always prayed my crops would fail
Now I'm a haunted fugitive with just two ways
I run a lot or spend my life in jail
And I like to settle down
But they won't let me down

Don't let me
The fugitive must be rolling stone
Down every road, there's always one more city
I'm on the run, I've waved my horn
Bigger man
I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days
Meant they're chains
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
Yeah!
I like wasted time doing the same He won't howl
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
I'm on the run