The Highway's Home

Letra de The Highway's Home

Been beat up and kicked around, i picked myself up off the ground, I head east to another town, i'm movin' on. Barroom fights and breakin' glass, A broken nose and a smoker's laugh, I'm sure i've probably cut my life in half.With a suitcase full of empty dreams, A guitar with broken strings, A busted heart that longs to sing the blues, A mind that always leads me wrong, A head full of hank williams songs. I'm sorry, honey, but this highway's home.I've loved pretty women and some that ain't. I'm a burned-out junkie, truck stop saint. So check the tires and fill the tank, i'm movin' on. Interstate markers and highways signs, 18 wheels and thin white lines, Dodge a speed trap one more time, i'm gone.With a suitcase full of empty dreams, A guitar with broken strings, A busted heart that longs to sing the blues, A mind that always leads me wrong, A head full of hank williams songs. I'm sorry, honey, but this highway's home.It's so hard to leave you here this way, With a white dress and a goodbye wave, But there's mouths to feed and bills to pay. I'm sorry, honey, i've got to go.With a suitcase full of empty dreams, A guitar with broken strings, A busted heart that longs to sing the blues, A mind that always leads me wrong, A head full of hank williams songs. I'm sorry, honey, but this highway's home. I'm sorry, honey, but this highway's home.