The Highway Is My Home

Rollin' down the highway and I'm feelin' like I'm dead

A hundred miles further, well, I'll stop and find a bed

We've been ridin' hard, we been rollin' like dice

We could a made it further but the highways filled with ice

From New York up to Boston hear the engine moan

Until I make it back the highway is my home

I took off out of Kansas and the wind and rain blew

The sky was gettin' darker but who the hell knew?

Cuttin' cross the prairie, spinnin' like a top

And it sounded like a freight train rollin' past the stop

Darker than the night now, hear the wind blow

Until I make back the highway is my home

The place was packed on Friday

They were knockin' down the door

The band was rockin' harder than we ever did before

Folks had come from miles and miles

They lined up down the block

Well, just about midnight, we were shut down by the cops

Searchin' for the convict where that bird had flown

Until I make it back the highway is my home

Rollin' down the blacktop, well, everything's alright

Passed another truck stop, well, we got a show tonight

Then will all be headin' back and we just can't wait

Just another fourteen hours on the interstate

Back to California, that's where I belong

The road goes on forever, the highway goes too long