| Song | Highway 62 |
| Artist | Eric Burdon |
| Album | My secret life |
| 作曲 : Johnny Lee Schell/Eric Burdon/Tony Braunagel | |
| On this day more than any other day | |
| Is the time to have a fire | |
| He said to himself all that was left | |
| Was to give his friend a last goodby | |
| He would toss the ashes into the desert wind | |
| And fulfill the wish he promised his old friend | |
| Peace at last | |
| No more pain | |
| Out on Highway 62 | |
| Peace at last | |
| No more pain | |
| Out on Highway 62 | |
| High contane in this tank and his brain | |
| Propelled him through Hollywood | |
| Hip cowboy on his black stead | |
| Fallen angels praying he could | |
| Make it home and live to see 31 | |
| On the wrong side of the law | |
| Pure seduction always tempted | |
| By all the crazy things he saw | |
| Peace at last | |
| No more pain | |
| Out on Highway 62 | |
| Peace at last | |
| No more pain | |
| Out on Highway 62 | |
| You know they're all crazy but they do have faith | |
| And faith cures all ills | |
| The gal with the glass eye behind the bar | |
| Slipped him some methydrine pills | |
| If I crash and burn just bury me | |
| With my hog by my side | |
| I'm tired of living I guess I'm ready | |
| To take that long last ride | |
| Peace at last | |
| No more pain | |
| Out on Highway 62 | |
| Peace at last | |
| No more pain | |
| Out on Highway 62 | |
| It happened one night in a cold desert breeze | |
| The grinding of metal the spinning of wheels | |
| The way all great legends go | |
| Before sun up she took a pick up truck | |
| And a backhoe to dig his grave | |
| A match to the flame and all that remains | |
| Is a blackened stain | |
| All the foot of Joshua Tree | |
| Peace at last | |
| No more pain | |
| Out on Highway 62 |
| zuò qǔ : Johnny Lee Schell Eric Burdon Tony Braunagel | |
| On this day more than any other day | |
| Is the time to have a fire | |
| He said to himself all that was left | |
| Was to give his friend a last goodby | |
| He would toss the ashes into the desert wind | |
| And fulfill the wish he promised his old friend | |
| Peace at last | |
| No more pain | |
| Out on Highway 62 | |
| Peace at last | |
| No more pain | |
| Out on Highway 62 | |
| High contane in this tank and his brain | |
| Propelled him through Hollywood | |
| Hip cowboy on his black stead | |
| Fallen angels praying he could | |
| Make it home and live to see 31 | |
| On the wrong side of the law | |
| Pure seduction always tempted | |
| By all the crazy things he saw | |
| Peace at last | |
| No more pain | |
| Out on Highway 62 | |
| Peace at last | |
| No more pain | |
| Out on Highway 62 | |
| You know they' re all crazy but they do have faith | |
| And faith cures all ills | |
| The gal with the glass eye behind the bar | |
| Slipped him some methydrine pills | |
| If I crash and burn just bury me | |
| With my hog by my side | |
| I' m tired of living I guess I' m ready | |
| To take that long last ride | |
| Peace at last | |
| No more pain | |
| Out on Highway 62 | |
| Peace at last | |
| No more pain | |
| Out on Highway 62 | |
| It happened one night in a cold desert breeze | |
| The grinding of metal the spinning of wheels | |
| The way all great legends go | |
| Before sun up she took a pick up truck | |
| And a backhoe to dig his grave | |
| A match to the flame and all that remains | |
| Is a blackened stain | |
| All the foot of Joshua Tree | |
| Peace at last | |
| No more pain | |
| Out on Highway 62 |