D                  G                A
    Down every road there's always one more city,
        G                A             D
    I'm on the run, the highway is my home.
                       G               A
    I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days,
           G             A                 D
    while Mama used to pray my crops would fail.
                      G             A
    Now I'm a hunted fugitive with just two ways:
        G               A              D
    outrun the law or spend my life in jail

      D             G                   A
I'd like to settle down but they won't let me,
   G                           A
a fugitive must be a rolling stone.
     D                  G                A
Down every road there's always one more city,
    G                A             D
I'm on the run, the highway is my home.

         D            G                A
    I'm lonely but I can't afford the luxury,
       G            A             D
    of having one I love to come along.
                        G                    A
    She'd only slow me down and they'd catch up with me,
        G               A             D
    for he who travels fastest goes alone.

      D             G                   A
I'd like to settle down but they won't let me,
   G                           A
a fugitive must be a rolling stone.
     D                  G                A
Down every road there's always one more city,
    G                A             D
I'm on the run, the highway is my home.
     G               A             D
I'm on the run, the highway is my home