Yeah, his 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.
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.
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, yeah.
Don't let no one stop you.
Highway Chile. Yeah yeah yeah!