Prisoner Of The Highway - Mark Wills, Ronnie Milsap

Diesel power, eighteen wheels to rollin'

As I pull it on to the interstate

I’ve got thirteen hours to make my destination

And I don’t want to stop to check my weight

Won’t be no sleep for me tonight, no

Gotta be hittin' Tulsa by first mornin' light

Call me a prisoner of the highway

Driven on by my restless soul

I’m a prisoner of the highway

Imprisoned by the freedom of the road, yeah

I’ve run freight out of Wheeling West Virginia

And U.S. Steel from Bethlehem

And I’ve rolled tobacco out of the Carolinas

California winds into Birmingham

Some people work just to survive

But up here in this cab

Is the only time I’m alive

I’m a prisoner of the highway

Driven on by my restless soul

Call me a prisoner of the highway

Imprisoned by the freedom of the road, yeah

I’ve got a wife livin' back in Tennessee

Ronnie, she tries to understand the way I feel (Lord, have mercy)

Now I could give my hand to another line of work

But my heart would always be behind the wheel

Call me a prisoner of the highway

Driven on by my restless soul

I’m a prisoner of the highway

Imprisoned by the freedom of the road, yeah

Don’t ya know

I’m a prisoner of the highway

Driven on by my restless soul

Call me a prisoner of the highway

Imprisoned by the freedom of the road, yeah

We’re prisoners of the highway (that's right)

Imprisoned by the freedom of the road

Yeah, we are prisoners of the highway (one more time)

Imprisoned by the freedom of the road…