I was a highwayman, along the coach roads I did ride Sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed his
: Wake up! Oh how the times have changed. Your not the person I knew back then. Lets get this straight. This is a calling, when will they stop falling
to let it go And time for you to grow old I saw a dead coyote on the highway Bleeding on the middle of the road Time tuns out on dawn's highway The wind
the highway to hell Highway to Hell I'm on the highway to hell Don't stop me I'm on the highway to hell On the highway to hell Highway to Hell I'm
gonna ride On a blue highway Walk with the legs you're blind On a blue highway Wave hellow to pride on my highway Yes I almost died On a blue highway On a blue highway
spades. Well, I'm standin' on the highway Watchin' my life roll by. Well, I'm standin' on the highway Watchin' my life roll by. Well, I'm standin' on the highway
can do what you want Abe, but The next time you see me comin' you better run" Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done?" God says, "Out on Highway
ya get half cra-zy from the August heat Or on a frozen, rotted road With no one to complain to about your achin' feet. [Chorus:] You're gonna walk that endless highway
: Well, I'm walkin' down the highway With my suitcase in my hand. Yes, I'm walkin' down the highway With my suitcase in my hand. Lord, I really miss
: Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door If I don't get the girl I'm loving Won't go down to Highway 51 no more
this lost highway Yeah, I'm busting loose, I'm lettin go Out on this open road It's independence day on this lost highway Hey hey, hey hey Don't know
: I got my shadow tonight Is like a horse An unicorn is dirtying the hope horn (2x) He's begging me to come with him I don't know why When i'm
: We can be strong, we can be strong Out on this lonely run, on the road to love We can be strong, we can be strong Follow that unicorn, on the road
they'll be here till the end. Till the bitter end. What are dreams for, anyway, without the guts to live your life that way? We are the highway kings
s where it should have stopped She slipped me her number, I put it in my pocket My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mind In that little roadhouse On highway
plates. Behind the wheel was Frank Well I chased him through them county roads Till a sign said "Canadian border five miles from here" I pulled over the side of the highway
of the working day I was riding alone through the drizzling rain On a deserted stretch of a county two-lane When I cam upon a wreck on the highway There
Working on the highway all day long I don't stop Working on the highway blasting through the bedrock Working on the highway, working on the highway I
