Текст (слова) песни «Old Highway»

Well, I was in a little town
Where we had a little place
Havin' fights on Friday night
Stars shining in empty space
There must be more out there
Can't live by bread alone
We have that wanderlust
Can't feel so all alone

So we put a little gasoline
In the tank of the Chevrolet
Put songs on the radio
Sang loud to all the words we could sing
And we drove past a quarry
And we drove out of town
Turned west on 66
And we never turned around

I'm gonna have a new life
On an old highway
Gonna start my life again
In a Chevrolet
Gonna burn that engine down
It'll make a good trade
Gonna find myself
On the old highway

Diamond rings on my fingers
And a smoke in my teeth
I'm a little bit of gypsy
I'm a little bit of thief
Makin' arguments with angels
Drawin' lines in the sand
Startin' life over every day
In a foreign land

Now we're livin' off of Johnny Cash
Cold coffee 'n grace
Don't got to pass no more tests
Don't got to save no more face
Just wander on the road map
One city at a time
Just faces in the crowd
Causin' border lines

I'm gonna have a new life
On an old highway
Gonna start my life again
In a Chevrolet
Gonna burn that engine down
It'll make a good trade
Gonna find myself
On the old highway

My human eyes don't see
But the Lord has our back
And the stars are our company
And I guess that the angels keep track
'Cause we keep on wanderin'
Like pilgrims on the way
To the land of Heaven
In a Chevrolet

I'm gonna have a new life
On an old highway
Gonna start my life again
In a Chevrolet
Gonna burn that engine down
It'll make a good trade
Gonna find myself
On the old highway

On the old highway
On the old highway