Man on the Run Songtext
von Cowboy Mouth

1, 2, 3, 4
Oh
2, 3, 4
Woo

I got the desert in my eyes
The western skies on my mind
Everywhere I look I see wide open country for miles
Out in the distance are mountains the size of the sun
Well I ain′t driving nowhere
I feel like a man on the run
Get gone

Adobe and teardrops are all I'm leaving behind
I′m somewhere in Texas, I'm lost and I don't see the signs
In a bar in New Mexico an old man sells me a gun
But I ain′t shooting no one
I feel like a man on the run
That′s right
I feel like a man on the run
Woo, come on


(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Try and catch me
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Well I just gotta be free, free, free
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Catch me
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Woo

From San Bernardino you can see the lights of LA
The closer they get, the further they're slipping away
I can almost feel the redemption forgiveness, because
I won′t forgive anyone
I feel like a man on the run
That's right
Hey, feel like a man on the run
Oh get on
I feel like a man on the run
And I won′t forgive anyone
I don't forgive anyone
I can′t forgive anyone
And I won't forgive you
That's true
Woo-hoo