About the song
Let’s delve into the captivating world of country music with “The Runnin’ Kind” by Noel Haggard and Ben Haggard. This timeless tune resonates with the soulful storytelling that characterizes classic country music.
Crafted by the talented father-son duo of Noel Haggard and Ben Haggard, “The Runnin’ Kind” captures the essence of the genre with its raw emotion and evocative lyrics. With roots deeply embedded in the tradition of country music, the Haggards bring authenticity and sincerity to their performance, making this song a standout in their repertoire.
Originally featured on the album “I’m a Lonesome Fugitive,” this track showcases the Haggards’ remarkable musical prowess. Released as part of a collection of poignant ballads and toe-tapping melodies, “The Runnin’ Kind” quickly gained recognition among country music enthusiasts.
With its heartfelt melodies and heartfelt lyrics, “The Runnin’ Kind” has earned its place on the charts, garnering praise from critics and audiences alike. Its poignant portrayal of longing and resilience strikes a chord with listeners, making it a memorable addition to the country music canon.
As you listen to “The Runnin’ Kind,” allow yourself to be transported to a world where storytelling reigns supreme and emotions run deep. Let Noel Haggard and Ben Haggard guide you on a journey through the heartland of America with their soul-stirring rendition of this classic country ballad.
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Lyrics
I was born the runnin’ kind
Leavin’ always on my mind
And home was never home to me at anytime
Every front door found me hopin’
I would find the back door open
There just had to be an exit for the runnin’ kind
Within me there’s a prison surroundin’ me alone
As real as any dungeon with a wall of stone
I know runnin’s not the answer but runnin’s been my nature
And a part of me that keeps me movin’ on
But I was born the runnin’ kind
Leavin’ always on my mind
And home was never home to me at anytime
Every front door found me hopin’
I would find the back door open
And a part of me that keeps me movin’ on
Down every road there’s always one more city
I’m on the run
The highway is my home
Well I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days while Mama used to pray my crops would fail
And now I’m a hunted fugitive with just two ways
Outrun the law or spend my life in jail
I’d like to settle down but they won’t let me
A fugitive must be a rollin’ stone
Down every road there’s always one more city
I’m on the run
The highway is my home
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