The Highway Songtext
von Evan Bartels

There′s trouble on the highway up ahead
Sirens turn the road into blues and red
Nose against the glass, I can see my breath
Say a little prayer, but I drive on
And I light a cigarette and roll the window down
Ashes in my coffee, a slow exhale
I turn the radio on, hear a song I love
Cry about the woman it reminds me of
And everybody tells me I'm a good man
Got a life worth livin′, family and friends back home
But every night I fight that voice in my head sayin'
I'm a low-down son-of-a-bitch as they come Well, if the liquor don′t get ya, then the lonely will
It′s another late night, another cheap hotel
It's another long drive to another small town
Load it in, set it up, tear it down
And everybody tells me I′m a good man
Got a life worth livin', family and friends, I know
But every night I fight that voice in my head sayin′
I'm a low-down son-of-a-bitch as they come
Lord, if I′m gonna die, then let me die
Where the road goes, so will I
Till I ride this highway home