The Highway's Home - Will Hoge

Been beat up and kicked around, I picked myself up off the ground

I head east to another town, I’m movin' on

Barroom fights and breakin' glass

A broken nose and a smoker’s laugh

I’m sure I’ve probably cut my life in half

With a suitcase full of empty dreams

A guitar with broken strings

A busted heart that longs to sing the blues

A mind that always leads me wrong

A head full of Hank Williams songs.

I’m sorry, honey, but this highway’s home

I’ve loved pretty women and some that ain’t

I’m a burned-out junkie, truck stop saint

So check the tires and fill the tank, I’m movin' on

Interstate markers and highways signs

18 wheels and thin white lines

Dodge a speed trap one more time, I’m gone

With a suitcase full of empty dreams

A guitar with broken strings

A busted heart that longs to sing the blues

A mind that always leads me wrong

A head full of Hank Williams songs.

I’m sorry, honey, but this highway’s home

It’s so hard to leave you here this way

With a white dress and a goodbye wave

But there’s mouths to feed and bills to pay

I’m sorry, honey, I’ve got to go

With a suitcase full of empty dreams

A guitar with broken strings

A busted heart that longs to sing the blues

A mind that always leads me wrong

A head full of Hank Williams songs.

I’m sorry, honey, but this highway’s home

I’m sorry, honey, but this highway’s home