Highway Chile

Yeah, his guitar slung across his back.
His dusty boots is his Cadillac.
Flamin' hair just a blowin in the wind
Ain't seen a bed in so long it's a sin.
He left home when he was seventeen
The rest of the world he had longed to see.
But everybody knows the Boss.
A rolling stone who gathers no moss.
But you'd probably call him a tramp.
But it goes a little deeper than that
He's a...
highway chile, yeah.
Now some people say he had a girl back home
Who messed around and did him pretty wrong
They tell me it kinda hurt him bad,
Kinda made him feel pretty sad.
I couldn't say what went through his mind
Anyway, he left the world behind .
But everybody knows the same old story,
In love and war you can't lose in glory.
Now you'd probably call him a tramp.
But I know it goes a little deeper than that
He's a...
highway chile
Walk on brother, yeah.
His old guitar slung across his back,
His dusty boots is his Cadillac.
Flamin ' hair just a blowin in the wind,
Ain't seen a bed in so long it's a sin.
Now you may call him a tramp.
But I know it goes a little deeper than that,
He's a...
highway chile
Walk on brother, yeah.
Don't let no one stop you.
Highway Chile. Yeah yeah yeah!