Lyrics

Open Highway

From 'Songwriter's Collection: Volume 1'

 

I was born a rambling man,
for better or for worse
Some say that it’s a blessing,
others tell me it’s a curse

Take me back to Memphis baby,
one more time
There’s an open highway on my mind
Open highway on my mind

When I was a little boy,
dreaming about the world
Think of distant cities filled with those
pretty foreign girls.

Take me back to Texas baby,
don’t waste no time
There’s an open highway on my mind
Open highway on my mind

Suitcases, those places
I’ve never been
Southern bayou breeze
Baby, or the panhandle wind

Passport papers in my hand,
a pocket full of dreams
Let the open road teach me what life means

Someday I might settle into satin sheets
Have me a couple of babies, running round their daddy’s feet
Baby until I get there, let me see what I can find
There’s an open highway on my mind
Open highway on my mind

 
 
 
 
©2004 - Ron Schaffer
 
 

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