The Lonesome Fugitive - Liz Anderson & Casey Anderson

I’d 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

I raised a lot of Cain back in my younger days
While Momma used to pray my crops would fail
Now I’m a hunted fugitive with just two ways
Out run the law or spend my life in jail

Well I’m lonely but I can’t afford the luxury
Of having the one I love to come along
She’d only slow me down then they’d catch up to me
For he who travels fastest goes alone