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