by Merle Haggard
| Intro | D | 4Bars |
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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 r | aised a lot of c | ane back in my y | ounger days |
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| While | Mama used to | pray my crops would | fail |
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| Now I'm a hunted fu | gitive with just | two ways: |
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| Out | run the law or | spend my life in j | ail |
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| I'm l | onely but I c | an't afford the l | uxury |
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| Of h | aving one I l | ove to come a | long |
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| She'd o | nly slow me d | own and they'd catch | up with me |
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| For | he who travels f | astest goes a | lone |
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| I'm | on the run, the h | ighway is my h | ome |