Will Hoge

Will Hoge - This Highway's Home lyrics

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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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