Scratched Up Shades
When it's all said and done
And the tank's run dry
I'll be out on my own
Barely keeping alive
Got my good thumb out
On that dusty plain
Just a whittled to the bone
In the wind and rain
Oh this highway goes on forever
Stretching out all the way to the coast
With nothing to be seen, but a man and his machine
Looking for a place to call his own
Got a ride from a trucker
On the fringes of town
Says he's tired of the city
Always keeping him down
Gonna put all his money
In a big ole knapsack
Sit down at the table
And bet on the black
Oh this highway goes on forever
Stretching out all the way to the coast
With nothing to be seen, but a man and his machine
Looking for a place to call his own
Woke up in the morning
Found that trucker had gone
Confused and bewildered
I was feeling so wronged
Had a dollar in my pocket
And a dream within my heart
I took off down the road
To get an early head start
Oh this highway goes on forever
Stretching out all the way to the coast
With nothing to be seen, but a man and his machine
Looking for a place to call his own
Oh this highway goes on forever
Stretching out all the way to the coast
With nothing to be seen, but a man and his machine
Looking for a place to call his own
And the tank's run dry
I'll be out on my own
Barely keeping alive
Got my good thumb out
On that dusty plain
Just a whittled to the bone
In the wind and rain
Oh this highway goes on forever
Stretching out all the way to the coast
With nothing to be seen, but a man and his machine
Looking for a place to call his own
Got a ride from a trucker
On the fringes of town
Says he's tired of the city
Always keeping him down
Gonna put all his money
In a big ole knapsack
Sit down at the table
And bet on the black
Oh this highway goes on forever
Stretching out all the way to the coast
With nothing to be seen, but a man and his machine
Looking for a place to call his own
Woke up in the morning
Found that trucker had gone
Confused and bewildered
I was feeling so wronged
Had a dollar in my pocket
And a dream within my heart
I took off down the road
To get an early head start
Oh this highway goes on forever
Stretching out all the way to the coast
With nothing to be seen, but a man and his machine
Looking for a place to call his own
Oh this highway goes on forever
Stretching out all the way to the coast
With nothing to be seen, but a man and his machine
Looking for a place to call his own
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Kaufman
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