Gene Vincent — Im 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 My mama used to pray my crops would fail Now I'm a hunted fugitive with just two ways I run along or spend my life in jail I'd like to settle down, but they won't let me A fugitive must be a rollin' 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 havin' the one I love to come along She'll only slow mе down and they'd catch up with me For he who travеls fastest goes alone I'd like to settle down, but they won't let me A fugitive must be a rollin' 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