Yeah!
His guitar slung across his back
His dusty boots, and as his Cadillac
A-flamin hair just a-blowin' in the wind
Ain't see a bed in so long it's a sin

He left home when he was seventeen
The rest of the world he had longed to see-ah
And everybody who knows, boss
A rolling stone gathers no moss!

Now you'd probably call him a tramp
But it goes a little deeper than that!
He's a highway chile, yeah!

Now some people say he had a girl back home
Who messed him around and did him pretty wrong
They me tell it kind of hurt him bad
Kinda made him feel pretty sad

I couldn't say what went through his mind
Anyway, he left the world behind-ah
And everybody knows the same old story
In love and war you can't lose with glory

Now you'd probably, uh, call him a tramp, but uh
I know it goes a little deeper than that
He's a highway chile!
Walk on, brother
Yeah! Whoa, yeah
Walk on down the highway

His old guitar slung across his back
His dusty boots as his Cadillac
Flamin' hair just a-blowin' in the wind
Ain't seen a bed in so long it's a sin

Now you probably call him a tramp
But I know it goes a little deeper than that!
He's a highway chile!

Walk on brother
Don't let no one stop you
Highway chile
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Highway chile
Rolling stone
Go on down the highway, go ahead on
Highway chile
Yeah, yeah
Highway chile
Yeah, hey
Ow!