Lletres: Johnny Cash. The Running Kind.

I was born the running kind with leaving always on my mind
Home was never home to me at any time
Every front door found me hoping, I would find the back door open
There just had to be an exit for the running kind

Within me there's a prison, surrounding me alone
As real as any dungeon with its wall of stone
I know running's not the answer, yeah, but running's been my nature
And a part of me that keeps me moving on

I was born the running kind with leaving always on my mind
Home was never home to me at any time
Every front door found me hoping, I would find the back door open
There just had to be an exit for the running kind

I was born the running kind with leaving always on my mind
Home was never home to me at any time
Every front door found me hoping, I would find the back door open
There just had to be an exit for the running kind