Prisoner Of The Highway

(альбом: The Duets - 2019)

Diesel powers eighteen wheels to rolling as I
Pull it on to the interstate
I got thirteen hours to make my destination and I
Don't wanna stop to check my weight
There won't be no sleep for me tonight
I gotta be hitting Tulsa by first morning light

I'm a prisoner of the highway
Driven on by my restless soul
Call me a prisoner of the highway
Imprisoned by the freedom of the road

I've run freight out of wheeling, West Virginia
And U.S. steel from Bethlehem
And I've rolled tobacco out of the Carolinas
California wines into Birmingham

Some people work just to survive, yeah
But up here in this cab is when I'm most alive

I'm a prisoner of the highway
Driven on by my restless soul
Call me a prisoner of the highway
Imprisoned by the freedom of the road, yeah

Got a wife living back in Tennessee
She tries to understand the way I feel
I could give my hands to another line of work
But my heart would always be behind the wheel

Call me a prisoner of the highway
Driven on by my restless soul
I'm a prisoner of the highway
Imprisoned by the freedom of the road

We are prisoners of the highway
Driven on by our restless soul
Yeah we are prisoners of the highway
Imprisoned by the freedom of the road

Don't you know I'm a prisoner of the highway (ooh)
Driven on by my restless soul (yeah)
We are prisoners of the highway
Imprisoned by the freedom of the road