Roy Buchanan

I'd like to settle down but they won't let me
A fugitive must be a rollin' stone
Down every road there's always one more city
And I'm on the run the highway is my home
I raised a lot of cain back in my younger days
My mama used to pray my crops would fail
Now I'm a hunted fugitive with just two ways
It's outrun the law or spend my life in jail
I'd like to settle down but they won't let me
A fugitive must be a rollin' stone
Down every road there's always one more city