Текст Merle Haggard – Running Kind

I was born the running kind
With leaving always on my mind
Home was never home to me at anytime
Every front door found me hopin’

Within me there’s a prison
Surrounding me alone
As real as any dungeon with walls 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
With leaving always on my mind
Home was never home to me at anytime
Every front door found me hopin’
I would find the back door open
There just had to be an exit
For the running kind