The Highway's Home

Been beat up and kicked around, I picked myself up off the ground
I head east to another town, I’m movin' on
Barroom fights and breakin' glass
A broken nose and a smoker’s laugh
I’m sure I’ve probably cut my life in half
With a suitcase full of empty dreams
A guitar with broken strings
A busted heart that longs to sing the blues
A mind that always leads me wrong
A head full of Hank Williams songs.
I’m sorry, honey, but this highway’s home
I’ve loved pretty women and some that ain’t
I’m a burned-out junkie, truck stop saint
So check the tires and fill the tank, I’m movin' on
Interstate markers and highways signs
18 wheels and thin white lines
Dodge a speed trap one more time, I’m gone
With a suitcase full of empty dreams
A guitar with broken strings
A busted heart that longs to sing the blues
A mind that always leads me wrong
A head full of Hank Williams songs.
I’m sorry, honey, but this highway’s home
It’s so hard to leave you here this way
With a white dress and a goodbye wave
But there’s mouths to feed and bills to pay
I’m sorry, honey, I’ve got to go
With a suitcase full of empty dreams
A guitar with broken strings
A busted heart that longs to sing the blues
A mind that always leads me wrong
A head full of Hank Williams songs.
I’m sorry, honey, but this highway’s home
I’m sorry, honey, but this highway’s home