I'm leaving.
Gonna pack my car.
Gonna drive real far
Down the blacktop tar.

I'm travelin'.
Gonna see the sights.
Gonna drive all night.
Keep the headlights bright.

Gonna make some real plans.
Gonna see some new lands.
Take a steady hand
Home.

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Follow this highway
Through the canyon where the red rocks glow.
Wind through the forest.
Trace the rim edge where the pine trees grow.
And, this is what I know
Gonna make this my home.

I'm watchin'
The eagles fly,
The clouds drift by.
Gonna be a blue sky.

Still drivin'.
Gonna be there soon.
Gonna beat the moon.
We'll have the afternoon.

Gonna make some real plans.
Gonna see some new lands.
Take a steady hand
Home.

Chorus