Lyrics:
way from home.
I don't need a dark tree,
I don't want a rough sea,
I can't feel, I can't see.
Maybe I'll find on the way down the line
that I'm
'Cause I'm a traveling man by trade, sir
We're all runnin' from the things inside
There's a train headin' West to South Toledo
And if the dogs don
Gettin' older as the time goes by
Sometimes all I do is wonder why
Me 'n' my love see it eye to eye
Hope to make it home before sunrise
See the first
he's a refugee from the highway
out there fighting for years
whether by God or by glory
he's been traveling through his fears
and he always feels
the highway
My way is the highway
In a Super 8 by the border of Nevada
Drinking games with words, a shot for every verb
I have no fear of what I don
and the
Wrong things that I've done
I've been reveling like a rolling stone
I miss traveling, tryna find my way back home
I've been reveling like a rolling stone
Lavender and wintergreen
When we're side by side
Still a quiet lonely day
On a miracle's highway and I am almost home
Pick up the phone
Say that living life
are on me
Low payout ratios, Doritos Locos Tacos, Rocky Road, traveling through Mexico
Just follow my love wherever it goes
Personal insight
I don
down, glass highways
So will we make it home alright
Or is this ride deceiving
Will our smiles by day be tears by night
On this highway meant for healing
Curly would drive that old pickup truck
Lilly would roll a cigarette
They never sweated the money they made
They get by just fine on anything they
on traveling strong
Yeah, my mama and my baby, said don't bother coming home
Highway
Lord, it's in my bones
Ah, it's in my way
Highway
Lord, it's in my
Words and music by Dar Williams
Have I got everything? Am I ready to go?
Is it going to be wild, is it gonna be the best time?
Or am I just
baby she's calling me home
It's a long road to heaved when traveling alone
Good lord willing I'll get by
I'm just an Outlaw with an Angel by my side
on the road again
I had a little woman in Memphis
She wanted to be my bride
She said, settle on down, traveling man
You can stay right by my side
I tried so
Back on the road again
I had a little woman in Memphis
She wanted to be my bride
She said, settle on down, traveling man
You can stay right by my
I'm a traveling man and the highway is my home
Here today, tomorrow I'll be gone
From the Mexican line to the windy city
Ain't got much
right up
To fork in the road
There's no way out
No sight of home
We're going to fast
So we won't see the cones
They say don't go on the highway When your
baby
I don't mind if we take the long way home
Cuz I love the way you ride me slow
Peep the signs I know where to go
We both been down this road before
of the month
Everybody in the projects family home
Don't know you till the DJ like I want some
But before thanksgiving was a Catholic nun
Crabs in the bucket
Hoping those good times last
The highway's open, see the seasons rolling past
Well Daddy worked the rice mill morning to five
Walked home every day, never
the path I know
May angels lead me in...
I see motors on the highway
A neutral fog blows by...
Purple swimming pools make distant landmarks
Veins in my
Yeah
It's the highway
Highway
Don’t need no shawty
Hold me down
Let’s keep it real
I been tryna find the truth
Not what I feel
Yeah I been outta town
Can't stand locks, bars or doors
Mean cops, insanity, and wars
Gotta find a place of peace
Until then, my traveling won't cease
But I don't know where I'm
clear as a cloudy night
Traveling in the name of lonely
I was only home when you held me
Yeah it's a hell, a hell of a time
To emerge from
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