Текст песни Lonesome Fugitive - Merle Haggard

Down every road there always one more city.
I′m on the run the Highway is my home.
I raised a lot of Cain 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 like to settle 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 the Highway is my home