She whispered "I love you" and "come back to me"
As I climbed up inside of this old Diamond T
Could have been a doctor or a lawyer by trade
But that ain't the choice that I made

The life of a skinner gets under your skin
Too many highways and I'm leaving again
She could have been famous up on screen or on stage
But that ain't the choice that she made

Too many highways, too many byways
Too many canyons, too many turns
Too many bright lights, too many long nights
And she's one bridge I don't want to burn

I hate to leave her with tears in her eyes
The longer I leave her, the harder she cries
Driving beats working, but driving's a chore
I don't have a choice any more

Like snow on a mountain and ice on the curves
Leaving her lonely is sure hell on her nerves
If I can't take her with me, I can't take the load
A man needs a friend on the road

Too many highways, too many byways
Too many canyons and too many turns
Too many bright lights, too many long nights
And she's one bridge I don't want to burn