His dusty boots is his Cadillac
 Flamin' hair just a blowin' in the wind
 Ain't seen a bed in so long it's a sin
 He left home when he was seventeen
 The rest of the world he had longed to see
 But everybody knows the Boss
 A rolling stone who gathers no moss

 But you'd probably call him a tramp
 But it goes a little deeper than that
 He's a highway chile, yeah

 Now some people say he had a girl back home
 Who messed around and did him pretty wrong
 They tell me it kinda hurt him bad
 Kinda made him feel pretty sad
 I couldn't say what went through his mind
 Anyway, he left the world behind
 But everybody knows the same old story,
 In love and war you can't lose in glory

 Now you'd probably call him a tramp
 But I know it goes a little deeper than that
 He's a highway chile

 Walk on brother, yeah
 One more brother

 His old guitar slung across his back
 His dusty boots is his Cadillac
 Flamin' hair just a blowin' in the wind
 Ain't seen a bed in so long it's a sin

 Now you may call him a tramp
 But I know it goes a little deeper than that
 He's a highway chile

 Walk on brother
 Don't let no one stop you
 Highway chile
 Yeah yeah yeah
 Highway chile
 Go on down the highway
 Highway chile
 Yeah yeah yeah
 Highway chile