Merle Haggard Fugitive (1967) lyrics

Merle Haggard
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Fugitive (1967)
Down every road there's always on 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 would 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
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 the one I love 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 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