His guitar slung across his back
His dusty boots is his Cadillac
A-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
And everybody knows boss
A rolling stone gathers no moss
Now you'd prob'ly call him a tramp
But it goes a little deeper than that
He's a
Highway chile
Now some people say he had a girl back home
Who messed around and did a bit a 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
Well everybody knows the same old story
In love or war you can lose your glory
Now you'd prob'ly a-call him a tramp
But-a, I know it goes a little deeper than that
He's a
Highway chile
Walk on brother
Man!
[Whoa!]
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 then that
He's a
Highway Chile
Walk on brother,
Don't let no one stop ya
Highway Chile
yeah yeah yeah
Highway Chile
Rollin' stone
Go on down the highway
Rollin'
Highway chile X2