I'm A Lonesome Fugitive (My Dad: A Tribute to Merle Haggard, Vol. 1,

"I'm Lonesome Fugitive"

Down every road there's always one more city 
I'm on [bad word]  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 
I'm a hunted fugitive with just two ways: 
 [bad word] the law or spend my life in jail

I'd like to settle down but they won't let me 
fugitive must be a rolling stone 
Down every road there's always one more city 
I'm on [bad word]  the highway is my home

I'm lonely but I can't afford the luxury
Of having one I love [bad word] 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 settle down but they won't let me 
fugitive must be a rolling stone 
Down every road there's always one more city 
I'm on [bad word]  the highway is my home

I'm on [bad word]  the highway is my home.