People on the road got their own way of travelin'
Some of them are runnin'
Some of them are ramblin'
Some of them are searchin' for what they never find
Hopin' more is ahead of them than what they leave behind

Out on the highway
White lines run forever
They touch that horizon where the desert comes together
All cowboys, drunks, drifters, and truckers on the haul
And ramblin' guitar pickers still hear the highway call

CHORUS:
And they'll promise you the world
Then leave you behind
Mornin' finds them out of sight
But never out of mind
Just another lonesome highway
And another lonely town
'Til the next lonely drifter comes 'round

People from the road
You know you never really know
What they really want so you gotta let 'em go
Never give your heart to someone you ain't never seen
You don't know where he's goin' and you don't know where he's been

But you know
People on the road
Got their own way of travelin'
Some of them are runnin'
Some of them are ramblin'
Some of them are searchin' for what they never find
Hopin' more is ahead of them than what they leave behind

CHORUS

'Til the next lonely drifter comes 'round

People on the road
Got their own way of travelin'


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