Lyrics:
If you're traveling down the highway
Feeling like you ought to slow down
You ain't got a whole lot of money
And you can't afford to go down town
by side and you know, ooh
Whenever I’m with you I feel home
Whenever I’m with you I feel home
We could hit the highway
All the places we could see,
Red lights are flashing on the highway
I wonder if we're gonna ever get home
I wonder if we're gonna ever get home tonight
Everywhere the waters
home
I didn’t know, I’d get caught by the undertow
Who can I be right now
To take this drawbridge down
Who can I be right now
To let this moat dry out
Red lights are flashing on the highway
I wonder if we're gonna ever get home
I wonder if we're gonna ever get home tonight
Everywhere the water's
even try to get a VR headset just for fun
But if you think I'm 'bout to leave the house you must be cray
I'm staying home for Christmas, I don't care
Comin' home, and I won't be long (Eight days on the road)
Sugar lady don't you do me no wrong (Eight days on the road)
Ridin' on the highway and I'm
been alone
Just needed some room to clear your mind
A little time away from home
Told me you were down on Highway 9
Down by the river bend
But
heading now after the year that we'd been through
She squeezed my hand and said: “I don't care as long as I'm traveling with you.”
Isn't it the journey?
so alone
heading back to earth
I'm on my way
there's no place like home
there is no place like home
I am surrounded by stars
I can see them falling
The road I left home on, so many have taken
Before me in search of the same dreams I've had
I don't know about them, but my way of thinking
Is if
I don't get blind, I don't drink wine
I went and took a sledgehammer and I broke my nine
Because my life is mine, word is bond I rhyme
And every day
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home
Traveling Sunday
Is fine west of here
Most folks are staying at home
If you want to come on
You better meet me there
'Cause I've got some
days
I don't wanna be consumed By the world, used to be just like you
Used to act for the drama like a movie No more living all wild now I'm choosing
Both complimented by repeating rhythmic funk
Traveling speeds at well over a hundred miles an hour
But then again, it couldn't have been much more over
My home ain't in the hall of fame
You can go there but you won't find my name
And my songs don't belong on top forty radio
I'll keep the old back
the journeys a long ride
They'll be by yo side but not really on yo side
Uh, gotta tell the difference, a real or a clone
I'm not traveling with niggas who don
't rise tomorrow I will be right there
Don't it make you wanna go home now...
[ guitar ]
There's a six lane highway down by the creek where I went skinny
the road again
Turn down the radio
There's no way we can know
If we're gonna make it
Take the highway
But please don't take it slow
There's no way we can
You know, we keep it crunk around here, A-town style
Getting head on the highway,s yeah, but this what I wanna know
Do you really wanna know about
of the winter
Driving down the highway
The car lights flicker
Hold me for a minute
I don't want you to be a memory memory
I'm parked by the lamppost
Begging you
the iridescent pathway
Traveling at the speed of light
To get to paradises highway
But as soon as i get close to the pearly gate
God orders me to go back where i
appeared again
Up ahead by the edge of the road
They were loading a coffin in
Or taking one out, I don’t know
Highway 88
Hard to explain what happens out
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