كلمات After Hours

Down every road there's always one more city I'm on the run, 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 Now I'm a hunted fugitive with just two ways Outrun the law or spend my life in jail I'd like to settele 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 lonly 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 I'd like to sttele 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, yhe highway is my home I`m on the run, yhe highway is my home