Stretch Of The Highway - James Taylor

I was born singing yes I am

Grew up some kind of travelin' man

Sunday morning, pack my things

Say so long sweet potato

I’m on the road again

Oh it’s a lovely stretch of the highway

Leading me on

And my favorite thing is to miss my home

When I’m gone, soon as I’m gone

Chi-Town baby, that’s my town too

People pick it right on up, do the looma lamaloo

Just for example, look at ye yonder

Chicago’s got the finest high-test first-class

Poontang anywhere

Oh it’s a lovely stretch of the highway

Leading me on

And my favorite thing is to miss my home

When I’m gone, soon as I’m gone

I want to thank the man that planed the land

I want to thank the man that towed the load

In the burning sun and the freezing cold

I want to thank the man that made this road

Eisenhower

Mr. Dwight D.

General Motors

Big Ol' GMC

They saw the future

Yes, indeed

Eternal combustion

That’s what the country’s gonna need

Oh it’s a lovely stretch of the highway

Leading me on

And my favorite thing is to miss my home

When I’m gone, soon as I’m gone

Tomorrow

Same as today

One more time

Mama that’s ok

Shake your head «yes»

Shake your head «no»

Keep it straight and level

And steady as she goes