Riding Down The Highway

This ain’t no song about no lawyer
Someone that done his mama’s will
This is a song about a genuine rambler
Who came rolling down the hill
Riding down the highway
Going to do another show
Riding down the highway
Pick it up, boys, let’s go
Riding down the highway
I’ve been cut by that old cocaine, boys
I’ve been cut by that old alcohol
I’ve been cut by some pretty women, Lord
But the deepest cut of all is
Riding down the highway
Going to do another show
Riding down the highway
Pick it up, boys, let’s go
Riding down the highway
They laughed and called me hillbilly
Sitting up in that high office shade
I said, «That's all right, boys. Hold what you got.
I’ll take the memories and the music we made.»
Riding down the highway
Going to do another show
Riding down the highway
Pick it up, boys, let’s go
Riding down the highway