Highway boys on the road tonight, got a, gig out at the Ryman,
Finally learned the hard way, that all good things take time friend,
I heard they’ll pay a lost soul, to sing his songs true,
That make a southern boy cry, or turn a northeast man confused,

And I awoke with a fever, sweating oceans again,
There’s mirrors in hotel rooms but I do not recognize them,
Maybe it’s the feeling that I, get in my sleep,
That all the memories in my mind, are only mine to keep,

I wanna’ ride that K-10 to way back when,
Sleep next to the river hear it rushing again,
Get my no good soul back to where it belo—ngs,
And do my best to keep truth in songs,
Do my best to keep truth in songs,

And all of my old friends miss, having me around, but, highways work both ways and I can’t stand the liars in town,
If you need me you can find me, slightly out of control,
Cause’ Highway boys don’t rest and don’t hang hats til’ their home,
Highway boys on the road tonight, got a, gig out at the Ryman,
They finally found out the hard way that this sound I got is mine man,

So if you need me ca—ll, if you’re in love, fall, just know that highway boys don’t stick around at all

I wanna’ ride that K-10 to way back when,
Sleep next to the river hear it rushing again,
Get my no good soul back to where it belo—ngs,
And do my best to keep truth in songs,
Do my best to keep truth in songs,

Highway boys on the road tonight, got a gig out at the Ryman,
They finally found out the hard way that this sound I got is mine man,