| G | C | D | |
| Down | every road there's | always one more | city |
| C | D | G | |
| I'm | on the run, the | highway is my | home |
| G | C | D | |
| I raised a lot of c | ane back in my y | ounger days |
| C | D | G | |
| While | Mama used to | pray my crops would | fail |
| G | C | D | |
| Now I'm a hunted fu | gitive with just | two ways: |
| C | D | G | |
| Out | run the law or | spend my life in j | ail |
| CHORUS |
| G | C | D | |
| I'd like to settle | down but they won't | let me |
| C | D | |
| A fu | gitive must be a rolling st | one |
| G | C | D | |
| Down e | very road there's a | lways one more c | ity |
| C | D | G | |
| I'm | on the run, the h | ighway is my h | ome |
| I'm lonely 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 |
| CHORUS |
| C | D | G | |
| I'm | on the run, the h | ighway is my h | ome |