Merle Haggard - The Running Kind

I was born The Running Kind, leaving always on my mind
Home was never home to me at anytime
Every front door found me hoping I would find the back door open
There just had to be an exit for The Running Kind

Within me there's a prison, surrounding me alone
As real as any dungeon with a wall of stone
I know running's not the answer, but running's been my nature
And a part of me that keeps me moving on

I was born The Running Kind, leaving always on my mind
Home was never home to me at anytime
Every front door found me hoping I would find the back door open
There just had to be an exit for The Running Kind
Date: 19.08.2018      View: 93