(Spoken) His guitar swung across his back,
His dusty boots, and its his Cadillac,
A pavement here just a blowing in the wind,
Ain't see a bed in so long it's a sin,

He left home when he was seventeen,
The rest of the world he longed to see,
And everybody who knows, boss,
a rolling stone gathers no moss!

Chorus:
Now you probably call him a tramp,
but it goes a little deeper than that!
He's a ...Highway Chile!

Verse 2

Now some people say he had a girl back home
Who messed him around and did him pretty wrong
They me tell it kind of hurt him bad
Kinda made him feel pretty sad.

I couldn't say what went thru the fire
Anyway, he left the world behind
And everybody knows the same old story:
Another war you can't lose in glory

(Chorus)

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