Well he's following the broken lines
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Living on borrowed time
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Motel rooms and broken hearts all left behind
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You swear he couldn't close his eyes
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As he shifts into overdrive
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He's been up and down this road so many times
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The man of his own
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And searching just keeps him proving
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That only the road
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Can tame the rebel in his soul
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It's the rhythm of the highway
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As he rolls on down
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And city lights as they fade from sight
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Drives the man behind the driving wheels
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Like a cowboy in a rodeo
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Riding hard but never letting go
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You'll be wand'ring through the twilight of his life
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Waylon Jennings on the radio
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Country music and engines roar
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Like a shooting star across a desert sky
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And he's got a home
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But it's out on the blue horizon
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Heaven only knows
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There's still a rebel in his soul
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It's the rhythm of the highway
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As he rolls on down
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And city lights as they fade from sight
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Drives the man behind the driving wheels
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And chasing southern lights
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In the distant sky
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And open plains with the mountains high
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Drives the man behind the driving wheels
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Well he's thought about settling down
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A little diner on the edge of town
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But in this world of push and shove
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He's still got freedom in his blood
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It's the rhythm of the highway...
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Driving Wheels
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| Jimmy Barnes |
