Lyrics

Got the '68 Chevy gassed and loaded up.
Pack of Winstons on the seat in a Dixie cup.
Roll the windows down when I make a stop.
I can feel the heat risin' off the blacktop.

Here I go again out on this highway.
Ain't stoppin' for nothin' standin' in my way.
Not lookin' for love or trying to get sideways,
But these byways are just my way
Of livin' on the run.

Headed South bound interestate 35.
Can't even read the signs as they're flyin' by.
Chris Knight cranked up on the stereo.
Can't hang yourself if you ain't got enough rope.

Here I go again out on this highway.
Ain't stoppin' for nothin' standin' in my way.
Not lookin' for love or trying to get sideways,
But these byways are just my way
Of livin' on the run...

On the run...
On the run...
On the run...

Here I go again out on this highway.
Ain't stoppin' for nothin' standin' in my way.
Not lookin' for love or trying to get sideways,
But these byways are just my way
Of livin' on the run...

On the run...
On the run...
I'm on the run...