I put a smoke up to my lips there to shade my eyes from the early mornin' sun
While dark clouds drifting overhead but you can't pick the weather with your thumb
So I pull a slicker across my back as I feel the dampness from an early rain
But there ain't no traffic out of Abilene

You can tell the road's my home by the way I look and where I spend the nights
In some late bar some parked car just anyway to make it till daylight
Then once again I'm on the road with nothin' but my thumb my hopes and dreams
There ain't no traffic out of Abilene

Well I hum a song as I move along cause to myself it keeps me company
Well no lover home as I move along cause that's the price I pay to stay free
Think about it
So I pull a slicker cross my back and I feel the dampness from an early rain
Yeah there ain't no traffic out of Abilene

You can tell that the road's my home by the way I look and where I spend the nights
Oh in some late bar some parked car just anyway to make it till daylight
I'll make it
Then once again I'm on the road with nothing but my thumb my hopes and dreams
Oh there ain't no traffic out of Abilene yeah there ain't no traffic out of Abilene

Yeah there ain't no traffic out of Abilene
Yeah yeah there ain't a darn thing out of Abilene
Yeah there ain't no traffic out of Abilene