Some folks think I'm crazy but i know iv gone insane
Is it the liquor in my blood or the drugs in my brain
The times get harder that's what I heard them say
But ill just keep chasing down my wildest dreams
This highway this highway this highway is my home
Wherever i may roam lord that's where ill call my own
I travel this whole wide world playing my poor songs
Playing them for you so you wont feel alone
When my time here is over and they lay me in the clay
Pickup your Guitar and make them banjos ring