been beat up and kicked around, i picked myself up off the ground, i head east to another town, i'm movin' on. barroom fights and breakin' glass, a broken nose and a smoker's laugh, i'm sure i've probably cut my life in half. with a suitcase full of empty dreams, a guitar with broken strings, a busted heart that longs to sing the blues, a mind that always leads me wrong, a head full of hank williams songs.. i'm sorry, honey, but this highway's home. i've loved pretty women and some that ain't. i'm a burned-out junkie, truck stop saint. so check the tires and fill the tank, i'm movin' on. interstate markers and highways signs, 18 wheels and thin white lines, dodge a speed trap one more time, i'm gone. with a suitcase full of empty dreams, a guitar with broken strings, a busted heart that longs to sing the blues, a mind that always leads me wrong, a head full of hank williams songs.. i'm sorry, honey, but this highway's home. it's so hard to leave you here this way, with a white dress and a goodbye wave, but there's mouths to feed and bills to pay. i'm sorry, honey, i've got to go. with a suitcase full of empty dreams, a guitar with broken strings, a busted heart that longs to sing the blues, a mind that always leads me wrong, a head full of hank williams songs.. i'm sorry, honey, but this highway's home. i'm sorry, honey, but this highway's home.
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