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Well he's following the broken lines
Living on borrowed time
Motel rooms and broken hearts all left behind
I swear he could 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 it rolls on by
And city lights as they fade from sight
Drives a man behind the driving wheels
Like a cowboy in a rodeo
Riding hard but never letting go
He'll be wand'ring through the twilight of his life
Waylon Jennings on the radio
Country music and the engines roar
Like a shooting star across a desert sky
If he's got a home
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 it rolls on by
And city lights as they fade from sight
Drives a man behind the driving wheels
And chasin' southern lights, in a distant sky
The open plains, turn to mountains high
Drives a man behind the driving wheels, eh yeah yea-yeah
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 heart
It's the rhythm of the highway (as it rolls on by)
And city lights (as they fade from sight)
I know what's drivin' behind those driving wheels
And chasin' sunrise (in a distant sky)
And open plains (turns to mountains high)
Well I know what's drivin' behind those driving wheels, hey yeah
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