愛の逃亡者[The Fugitive]

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 Fugitive kind