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Down every road there's always one more city
I'm on the run the highway is my home
Well I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days
While mama used to pray my crops would fail
Now 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 oh 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
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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 to me
For he who travels fastest goes alone
I'd like to settle down...
I'm on the run the highway is my home