Jeffrey Detrick - On the Highway

Ride
Henry started out drivin' on always lookin' for something
The desert was vast reminding him, he was nothin'

He picked up a hiker and with visions of Mother
He gutted the stranger and left him for buzzards

On the highway, On the highway, On the highway
On the highway, On the highway, On the highway

He pulled into the station for a pistol and six-pack
The poor kid at the counter looked scared like a caged rat
He went for the phone Henry blew the boys head off
Ran out with the cash box and a big bag of cheese puffs

For the highway, On the highway, On the highway
On the highway, On the highway, On the highway
Where we all ride on and on

Later that evening Henry stopped for a burger
A pretty young waitress was in need of a chauffeur

By a sick twist of fate, Henry offered to drive her
They scoured the desert but they never did find her

On the highway, On the highway, On the highway
On the highway, On the highway, On the highway
Where we all ride on and on
Out on the highway
Yeah, on and on and on and on and on, yeah, yeah
On the highway

Written by:
Jeffrey Detrick

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