I drove this road like it would always ease me,
Thought I could outrun a spring time squall.
A little storm with no words to cut me,
'Cause there weren't no words at all.
And the wheels turn, the sun burns,
I still yearn for a dark haired girl.
And that bend in the road ahead
Is a flag yet to unfurl.
This road away from the Piney Woods makes it hard to go 
back west.
The Johnson Creek life suits me so
There my mind can rest.
And it's jeans, frayed, homemade,
I should've stayed with the place I love,
And those pine needle black top roads 
That I don't drive enough of.
And I've got 'em bad, I've got 'em bad,
The highway blues, highway blues,
I'm bettin' that they don't find you,
'Cause you've got somebody,
And I'm left to jam these gears alone.
It's a highway new, highway new,
Fresh repaved and not used to
A young man's indecision of stayin' out when he knows 
He should go back home.
So, birds always fly, I wonder if they tire,
And if they do, why do they move?
I have been fine,
And I have been tryin'
When the hummin' birds are flyin'
And they're cryin' and dyin'.
From the highway blues, the highway blues,
I'm bettin' that they don't find you,
'Cause you've got somebody
And I'm left to count those years alone.
It's a highway new, highway new,
Fresh repaved and not used to
A young man's indecision of stayin' out when he knows 
He should go back home.