Running Kind

The Running Kind

Merle Haggard

I was born the running kind, leaving always on my mind

Home was never home to me at anytime

Every front door found me open I would find the back door open

There just had to be a lesson 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 open I would find the back door open

There just had to be a lesson for the running kind

(repeat progession once or twice and fade)

lindsey@SIRIUS.COM (Tom Lindsey)