The Highway’s Home Will Hoge

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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

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