The Fugitive

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INTRO 
 
 
     E                   A               B 
Down every road, there's always one more city. 
    A               B             E 
I'm on the run, the highway is my home. 
                  A               B 
I raised a lot of Cain back in my younger days, 
      A             B                   E 
While Momma used to pray my crops would fail. 
                 A             B 
Now I'm a hunted fugitive with just two ways: 
   A               B                E 
Outrun the law, or spend my life in jail. 
 
 
                   A                   B 
I'd like to settle down but they won't let me, 
  A                          B 
A fugitive must be a rollin' stone. 
     F                   A               B 
Down every road, there's always one more city. 
    A               B             E 
I'm on the run, the highway is my home. 
 
 
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INSTRUMENTAL 
 
 
                  A                B 
I'm lonely, but I can't afford the luxury, 
   A            B             E 
Of having one I love to come along. 
                   A                  B 
She'd only slow me down, they'd catch up with me. 
    A              B             E 
For he who travels fastest goes alone. 
 
 
                   A                   B 
I'd like to settle down but they won't let me, 
  A                          B 
A fugitive must be a rollin' stone. 
     E                   A               B 
Down every road, there's always one more city. 
    A               B             E 
I'm on the run, the highway is my home. 
    A               B             E 
I'm on the run, the highway is my home.