Well I was born in Carolina way back in the swamp

I was a happy country boy 'til television came along

It showed them far away places and it sho was a b***h

'Cause every time I'd quit my traveling

Well my feet would start to itch

So I borrowed my daddy's suitcase and picked up my guitar

I walked up the highway and flagged down a car

I hitchhiked out to Kansas City just as far as I could

My life was all before me and that highway sure looked good

Gimme that 55850,-209)highway better go my way

Crank up the big wheels let 'em roll on

I'm movin' like a fast train gimme that passing lane

And I'm gone I'm packin' my load a little farther down the road

I moved on down to Dallas soon as I got the chance

I was playin' funky music for them city folks to dance

And I had money in my pocket I had fun in my bed

But I've been here a year now and it's gettin' to my head

'Cause I've been rocked into ruin I've been discoed to death

I've been funk rocked and punk rocked 'til I can't catch my breath

I've been ragged 'til I'm ragged I've been new waved 'til I'm blind

But I've got a solution for my funky state of mind

Gimme that highway better go my way

Crank up the big wheels let 'em roll on

I'm moving like a fast train gimme that passing lane

And I'll be gone no more blues just as long as I can move

Gimme that highway better go my way

Crank up the big wheels let 'em roll on

I'm moving like a fast train gimme that passing lane

And I'm gone I'm packing my load a little further down the road