The fugitive lyrics

This story is of my life

An' it cuts ME like a knife

Cause it don't read the way that I planned it

When I was born, I was hooked

On trouble each place I looked

Though by some evil iron I was branded

Fugitive kind…

Run with the devil

Trouble all the time…Some kind of rebel

But I'm no different in my mind

Heaven help the fugitive

Fugitive kind

Trouble just follows me round

An' then it run me to ground

Well, maybe you just can't understand that

An' when it does no one help

So I guess I help myself

An' Baby, You should know that's where I'm at

Fugitive kind…

Run with the devil

Trouble all the time…Some kind of rebel

But I'm no different in my mind

Heaven help the fugitive

Fugitive kind

Fugitive kind

Fugitive kind

Fugitive kind

Fugitive kind