Yeah
His guitar swung across his back
His dusty boots and its his cadillac
A pavement here just a blowin' in the wind
Ain't see a bed in so long it's a sin
He left home when he was seventeen
The rest of the world he longed to see
And everybody who knows was boss
A rolling stone gathers no moss
Now you probably call him a tramp
But it goes a little deepper than that
He's a highway chile
Yeah
Now some people say he had a girl back home
Who messed him aroound and did him pretty wrong
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