highway blues

While it's probably good for the soul to have the occasional bit of solitude, a little does go a long way!

Drivin’ through the night; not another truck in sight;
not the sort of life I’d choose; got the lonesome highway blues.
Reach the outskirts of a town; thought I’d better start slowin; down;
lights ahead at the side of the road; pull the handle, airhorns blow.

‘Cos I’m ridin’ on my own
a million miles from you and home;
I don’t like it, that’s the truth;
got the lonesome highway blues.

Ev’ry day’s the same; sun and snow and pouring rain;
cross the mountains and the plains, over rivers and back again.
Drive the rig and watch the sky; I’m so lonely I could cry;
just the thought of seeing you saves my lonesome highway blues.

‘Cos I’m ridin’ on my own
a million miles from you and home;
I don’t like it, that’s the truth;
got the lonesome highway blues.

On and on and on I’m drivin’; on and on I’m just survivin’;
on and on the thought of you is all I need; all I need.

Runnin’ south on highway ten; know I’ll soon be home again;
set the CB on channel two; all ready to talk to you.
Got my hometown lights in sight, shinin’ clear through the night;
hit them air horns just for fun, ‘cos I’m on my final run.

I’m not ridin’ on my own
a million miles from you and home;
I don’t like it, that’s the truth;
I’m all done with the highway blues.

(©2002 Stewart Bowman)