Gene Vincent
I’m 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