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.