2,3,4

I've got the desert in my eyes and the western skies on my mind
Everywhere I look I see wide open country for miles
Out in the distance there's a mountain the size of the sun
Looks like I ain't driving nowhere, I feel like a man on the run
Get Goin'

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 and old man sells me a gun
But I ain't shooting no one, I feel like a man on the run
Thats right

I feel like a man on the run, oh-oh-oh

solo

Oh-oh-oh Try to catch me
Oh-oh-oh I've just gotta be free, free, free
Oh-oh-oh Try to catch me
Whoa

From San Bernadino I can see the lights of L.A.
The closer they get the further they're slipping away
I can almost feel the redemption forgivness becomes
I don't forgive anyone, I feel like a man on the run
Thats Right
I feel like a man on the run
I feel like a man on the run
And I won't forgive anyone
And I don't forgive anyone
And I can't forgive anyone
And I won't forgive you, thats true