Fugitive

Fugitive - Merle Haggard

Down every road there's always one more city

I'm on the run the highway is my home

I raised a lot a 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 wont 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