Tom: D
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
