"Runnin' Man" lyrics

"Runnin' Man"

Two thousand miles of back road, I'm trying hard to hide
It ain't easy righting your thumb when you walk where no one drives
I'm hiding from black and white and I'm running from the Lord
I've been at it for so long I've got what I ever started for and I

Running down Lost Road at ninety miles an hour
I don't know where I'm gonna land
I can feel the fires of hell but I can't see the lights of heaven
And what's home for the running man? Tell me if you can

The day I bought a guitar I sold my soul
Tried hard to win it back, but good luck foolin' rock and roll
Never had a neighbor, I had a few regrets
Lord, I'd love to set a spell but the music can't quit playing yet and I

Running down Lost Road at ninety miles an hour
I don't know where I'm gonna land
I can feel the fires of hell but I can't see the lights of heaven
And what's home for the running man? Tell me if you can

Can feel the fires of hell but I can't see the lights of heaven
And what's home for the running man?
And what's home for the running man?
What's home for the running man?
Tell me if you can


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