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INTRO
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Down every road, there's always one more city.
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I'm on the run, the highway is my home.
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I raised a lot of Cain back in my younger days,
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While Momma used to pray my crops would fail.
A B
Now I'm a hunted fugitive with just two ways:
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Outrun the law, or spend my life in jail.
A B
I'd like to settle down but they won't let me,
A B
A fugitive must be a rollin' stone.
F A B
Down every road, there's always one more city.
A B E
I'm on the run, the highway is my home.
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INSTRUMENTAL
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I'm lonely, but I can't afford the luxury,
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Of having one I love to come along.
A B
She'd only slow me down, they'd catch up with me.
A B E
For he who travels fastest goes alone.
A B
I'd like to settle down but they won't let me,
A B
A fugitive must be a rollin' stone.
E A B
Down every road, there's always one more city.
A B E
I'm on the run, the highway is my home.
A B E
I'm on the run, the highway is my home.