Lyrics:

Well, I was born in Carolina, way back in the swamp
I was a happy country boy 'til television came along
It kept showin' them far away places and it sure was a bitch
'Cause every time I'd think about traveling
Well, my feet would start to itch

And so I borrowed my daddy's suitcase and picked up my guitar
I walked up to the highway and I flagged down a car
I hitchhiked out to Kansas City just as fast as I could
My life was all before me and that highway sure looked good

Now gimme that highway, let it go my way
Crank up the big wheel and let 'em roll on
I'm movin' like a fast train, gimme that passin' lane and I'll be gone
I'm packin' my load a little farther down the road

Well, I moved on down to Dallas soon as I got the chance
I was playing funky music for them city folks to dance
And I had money in my pocket, I had fun in my bed
But I've been here a year now and it's getting to my head

'Cause I've been rocked to ruin, I've been discoed to death
I've been funk rocked and punk rocked 'til I can't catch my breath
I've been reggae'd 'til I'm ragged
I've been new waved 'til I'm blind
But I've got a solution for my funky state of mind

Just gimme that highway, let it go my way
Crank up the big wheels, and let 'em roll on
I'm movin' like a fast train, gimme that passin' lane and I'll be gone
No more blues just as long as I can move

Well, gimme that highway, let it go my way
Now crank up the big wheel, and just let 'em roll on
I'm movin' like a fast train, gimme that passin' lane and I'll be gone
I'm packin' my load a little further up the road