Merle Haggard - The running kind

^GI was born the running kind leaving always on my mind Home was never home to me at ^Canytime Every f^D7ront door found me hoping I would find the back door open There just had to be an exit for^G the running kind

^GWithin me there's a prison surrounding me alone As real as any dungeon - with^C a wall of stone I know r^D7unning's not the answer but running's been my nature And a part of me that keeps -me ^Gmoving on

^GI was born the running kind leaving always on my mind Home was never home to me at ^Canytime Every fr^D7ont door found me hoping I would find the back door open There just had to be an exit for the ^Grunning kind