first time or the last time that I've pulled a fast crime I pass time, mastermind disaster times all the time After time you will find it's my way or the highway
Yo, Sadat whassup? Yo, I'm right here I got these two girls They ready to roll up the highway with me Oh really? I'ma get a little bit of gas Think you
red roses from department store counters Watching the moonlight reflect off the river Beside where the trains cross the bridge and slow down Trains with
man somethin' told me to kill that hoe Runnin' through the woods, my feet got so' Too damn dark, don't know where to go Smelled barbecue by Cassy's store Hit the train
When you're out there on the highway While you're driving roll on by Going south between the bridges While the rivers running dry And if you can't come
Highway I come alive and the children will sing as the Satellite swings down that highway Nothing could be longer than that corrugated road No ever follows where the road trains
hurt me Scream and curse me, baby, that pain is More than you're worth, more than you're worth, now Today is gonna be my day Find you a highway, hear
Done gassed up the Pontiac (Whoa, whoa) Blastin' out to Johnny Cash Headin' for the highway Baby we ain't ever comin' back Suey! (Whoa, whoa) (Whoa, whoa) I hear that train
A sky full of winter stars light up the streets of Manhattan [Incomprehensible] empty curls Stretching in the summer sun It's all out in the open California highway
FREIGHT TRAIN DOWN AND I'LL BE MOVING IN THE MORNING, LEAVING YOU BEHIND IF ANYONE SHOULD ASK YOU, YOU CAN TELL THEM THEY WILL FIND SOMEBODY WALKING' DOWN THE HIGHWAY
Johanna That conquer my mind In the empty lot where the ladies play Blindman's bluff with the keychain And the all night girls they whisper of Escapades out on the "D" train
crow flying in a blue sky I took a ferry to the highway then I drove to a pontoon plane I took a plane to a taxi and a taxi to a train, I've been traveling
I hit the highway, flagged me a truck Nineteen and seventeen, Lord, the winter was tough I didn't know no better Oh boys, in my girlish days Flagged a train
be wrong, let me turn my radio on Damn that?s just my luck (girl) seems like I?m gonna be stuck (girl) There?s has been a pile up on the highway Baby
Oh, yeah, yeah All shook up and bent out of shape Wasn't Johnny B. Goode but it sounded great That night, tell me that's right From the cabaret to the highway
sun is getting low After sundown we'll be ready And who could ask for more On the third day of the seventh month Is when we'll ride the highway Night
Aww go ahead, Teda?¦ Beats in the street and I'm coming Dead headed over the map Highway trains keep on rollin' Sneakin' right through the traps (?)
I could've took a train Your friends said, "Why did you leave her?" I had to make it on my own Now I'm standin' on the highway Tryin' to find my way