I'm thinking about giving up this rambling round
And hanging up my highway shoes
Lately when I walk, they make a hollow sound
And they carry me away from you
Every night I lay my body down
And my empty arms just leave me blue
So I'm thinking about giving up this rambling round
And find my way back home to you
I have always been the traveling kind
A million miles behind me now
I kept on following that thin white line
But now I want to turn around
I only lived to hear that highway sound
High and lonesome, low and blue
Now I'm thinking about giving up this rambling round
And find my way back home to you
So say goodbye to all my rambling pals
Old Highway Dave and Southside Sue
I don't believe they'll miss me anyhow
What's one less wayward soul or two?
Down the road, they'll pass the jug around
And they'll sing them lonesome highway blues
But me, I'm thinking about giving up this rambling round
And find my way back home to you
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