His guitar swung 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
He left home when he was seventeen
The rest of the world he had longed to see
And everybos knows boss
A rolling stone gathers no moss
Now you'd probly call him a tramp
But it goes a little deeper than that
He's a highway chile
Now Some people say he had a girl back home
messed around and did a bit a wrong
They me tell 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 a-call him a tramp
But I know it goes a little deeper than that
He's a highway chile
Walk on 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 High Way chile
Walk on brother, Don't let no one stop ya
Highway Chile
ya ya ya
highway chile
rollin stone
rollin down the highway
(mumble)
Highway chile X2
