Yeah, his guitar slung across his back His dusty boots is his Cadillac A flamin' hair just a blowin' in the wind Ain't seen a bed in so long, it's a sin
He left home when he was seventeen The rest of the world he had longed to see And everybody knows boss A rolling stone gathers no moss
Now you'd probably call him a tramp But it goes a little deeper than that He's a... Highway Chile Yeah!
Now some people say he had a girl back home Who messed around and did a bit a wrong They tell me it kinda hurt him bad Kinda made him feel pretty sad
I couldn't say what went through his mind Anyway, he left the world behind Everybody knows the same old story In love or war you can lose your glory
Now you'd probably call him a tramp But I know it goes a little deeper than that He's a... Highway Chile
Walk on, brother! Yeah Whoa whoa! Yeah One more brother
His old guitar slung across his back His dusty boots is his Cadillac Flamin' hair just a-blowin' in the wind Ain't seen a bed in so long, it's a sin
Now you may call him a tramp But I know it goes a little deeper then that He's a... Highway chile
Walk on, brother Don't let no one stop you Highway Chile Yeah, yeah, yeah Highway Chile Rollin' stone Rollin' down the highway Rollin' Highway Chile Yeah, yeah Highway Chile Yeah, yeah Ow!