Yeah!
His guitar is strung across his back,
His dusty boots is here his cadillac.
l'm flamin' here, just blowin' in the wind,
Ain't seen a bed, I'm so long mis'decent.
He left home when he was 17,
The rest of the world he is gonna see it.
And ev'rybody know his boss,
A rolling stone,
To gather its own moss.
Have you probably,
Called him a tramp?
Hut it goes a little deeper than that,
He is 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,
Gotta made him feel pretty sad.
I couldn't say they were through the time
Anyway, he left the world behind.
Ev'rybody knows the same old story,
And number one; you can loose in glory!
Now you probably
called him a tramp? But-a
I know it goes a little deeper than that.
He is a... Highway Chile.
(One more run)
Yeah! One more! Yeah!
(One more time now)
He's 50...... from... his back,
His dusty boots is here his cadillac.
Flamin' here, just blowin' in the wind,
Ain't seen a bed, I'm so long mis'decent.
Now you may
Call hirn a tramp.
But I now it goes a little deeper than that.
He is a... Highway Chile.
(Walk on, brother,
Don't let no one stop you!)
Highway Chile
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Highway Chile
Rolling Stone
Go on down the highway
Go!
Highway Chile
Yeah, yeah!
Highway Chiles, yeah, aah
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