Well he's following the broken lines
Living on borrowed time
Motel rooms and broken hearts
all left behind
You swear he couldn't close his eyes
As he shifts into overdrive
He's
been up and down this road so many times
The man of his own
And searching just keeps
him proving
That only the road
Can tame the rebel in his soul
It's the rhythm of
the highway
As he rolls on down
And city lights as they fade from sight
Drives the man
behind the driving wheels
Like a cowboy in a rodeo
Riding hard but never letting
go
You'll be wand'ring through the twilight of his life
Waylon Jennings on the
radio
Country music and engines roar
Like a shooting star across a desert sky
And he's
got a home
But it's out on the blue horizon
Heaven only knows
There's still a rebel in
his soul
It's the rhythm of the highway
As he rolls on down
And city lights as they
fade from sight
Drives the man behind the driving wheels
And chasing southern
lights
In the distant sky
And open plains with the mountains high
Drives the man behind
the driving wheels
Well he's thought about settling down
A little diner on the edge of
town
But in this world of push and shove
He's still got freedom in his blood
