The Running Kind
I was born the runnin' kind
With leavin' always on my mind
Home was never home to me at any time
Every front door found me hopin'
I would find the back door open
There just had to be an exit
For the runnin' kind
Within me there's a prison
Surrounding me alone
As real as any dungeon with its walls of stone
I know runnin's not the answer
Yeah, but runnin's been my nature
And a part of me
That keeps me movin' on
I was born the runnin' kind
With leavin' always on my mind
Home was never home to me at any time
Every front door found me hopin'
I would find the back door open
There just had to be an exit
For the runnin' kind
I was born the runnin' kind
With leavin' always on my mind
Home was never home to me at any time
Every front door found me hopin'
I would find the back door open
There just had to be an exit
For the runnin' kind
Writer/s: Merle Haggard
