HIGHWAY CHILE
Yeah . . .
His 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.
He left home when he was seventeen.
The rest of the world he went on to see.
And everybody knows, boss,
A rolling stone gathers no moss.
Now you'd 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 that moaned.
Who messed around and did him pretty wrong.
They tell me it gotta hurt him bad.
Gotta made him feel pretty sad.
I couldn't say what went through his mind (not sure about the lirics!!!!)
Anyway, he left the world behind
And everybody knows the same old story
In another war you can loose your glory (not sure about the lirics!!!!)
Now you probably call him a tramp,
But I know it goes a little deeper than that
He's a Highway Chile.
Walk on brother!
Yeah!
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 than that
He's a Highway Chile.
Walk on brother!
Don't let no one stop you!
Highway Chile!
Yeah, yeah, yeah . . .
Highway Chile!
Rollin' stone!
Go on down the highway!
Highway Chile!
Yeah, yeah . . .
Highway Chile!