After hours

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
While mama used to pray my crops would fail
Now I'm a hunted fugitive with just two ways
Outrun the law or spend my life in jail

I'd like to settele down but they won't let me
A fugitive must be a rolling stone
Down every road there`s always one more city

I'm lonly but I can't afford the luxury
Of having one I love to come along
She`d only slow me down and they`d catch up with me
For he who travels fastest goes alone

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