Running Kind - I'm a Lonesome Fugitive

I was born the runnin' kind
With leavin' always on my mind
Home was never home to me at any time
Every front door found me hopin'
Outside the back door open
There just had to be an exit
For the runnin' kind
Within me there's a prison
Surrounding me alone
As real as any dungeon with your walls of stone
I know runnin's not the answer
Yeah, but runnin's been my nature
And a part of me
That keeps me movin' on

I was born the runnin' kind
With leavin' always on my mind
Home was never home to me at any time
Every front door found me hopin'
Outside the back door open
There just had to be an exit
For the runnin' kind

GUITAR BREAK

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
Now I'm, I'm a 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