His guitar swung across his back
His dusty boots and his Sears Cadillac
Flamin' red 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 longed to see
And everybody who knows the same old story
A rolling stone gathers no moss
Now you 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
And everybody knows the same old story
Another war you can't lose in glory
Now you probably call him a tramp
But I know it goes a little deeper than that
He's a highway chile
One more brother
Yeah!
His old guitar swung across his back
His dusty boots and Sears Cadillac
Flamin' just a blowin' in the wind
Ain't see 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 ya
Highway chile
Yeah yeah yeah
Highway chile
Go on down the highway
Highway chile
Yeah yeah
Highway chile
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