Yeah, his guitar slung across his back His dusty boots is his cadillac Flamin' hair just a blowin' in the wind Ain't seen a bed in so long it's a sin He left home when he was seventeen The rest of the world he had longed to see But everybody knows the boss A rolling stone who gathers no moss
But you'd probably call him a tramp But it goes a little deeper than that He's a highway chile, yeah
Now some people say he had a girl back home Who messed around and did him pretty wrong They tell me it kinda hurt him bad Kinda made him feel pretty sad I couldn't say what went through his mind Anyway, he left the world behind But everybody knows the same old story, In love and war you can't lose in glory
Now you'd probably call him a tramp But I know it goes a little deeper than that He's a highway chile
Walk on brother, yeah One more brother
His old guitar slung across his back His dusty boots is his cadillac Flamin' hair just a blowin' in the wind Ain't seen a bed in so long it's a sin
Now you may call him a tramp But I know it goes a little deeper than that He's a highway chile
Walk on brother Don't let no one stop you Highway chile Yeah yeah yeah Highway chile Go on down the highway Highway chile Yeah yeah yeah Highway chile
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