Johnny Cash — The Running Kind

I was born the running kind, leaving always on my mind Home was never home to me at anytime Every front door found me open I would find the back door open There just had to be an exit for the running kind Within me there's a prison, surrounding me alone As real as any dungeon with its walls of stone I know running's not the answer, but running's been my nature And the thing in me that keeps me moving on I was born the running kind, leaving always on my mind Home was never home to me at anytime Every front door found me open I would find the back door open There just had to be an exit for the running kind