The Highway Is My Home

Rollin' down the highway and I'm feelin' like I'm dead
 A hundred miles further, well, I'll stop and find a bed
 We've been ridin' hard, we been rollin' like dice
 We could a made it further but the highways filled with ice
 From New York up to Boston hear the engine moan
 Until I make it back the highway is my home
 I took off out of Kansas and the wind and rain blew
 The sky was gettin' darker but who the hell knew?
 Cuttin' cross the prairie, spinnin' like a top
 And it sounded like a freight train rollin' past the stop
 Darker than the night now, hear the wind blow
 Until I make back the highway is my home
 The place was packed on Friday
 They were knockin' down the door
 The band was rockin' harder than we ever did before
 Folks had come from miles and miles
 They lined up down the block
 Well, just about midnight, we were shut down by the cops
 Searchin' for the convict where that bird had flown
 Until I make it back the highway is my home
 Rollin' down the blacktop, well, everything's alright
 Passed another truck stop, well, we got a show tonight
 Then will all be headin' back and we just can't wait
 Just another fourteen hours on the interstate
 Back to California, that's where I belong
 The road goes on forever, the highway goes too long