I'm thinkin' 'bout givin' up this ramblin' round. Hangin' up my highway shoes. Lately when I walk they make a hollow sound. And they carry me away from you. Every night I lay my body down. My empty arms just leave me blue. So I'm thinkin' 'bout givin' up this ramblin' 'round. And find my way back home to you. I have always been the travelin' kind. A million miles behind me now. I kept on followin' that thin white line. But now I want to turn around. I only lived to hear that highway sound. High and lonesome - low and blue. Now I'm thinkin' 'bout givin' up this ramblin' 'round. And find my way back home to you. So say goodbye to all my ramblin' pals. Ol' Highway Dave and Southside Sue. I don't believe they'll miss me anyhow. What's one less wayward soul or two. Down the road they'll pass the jug around. And they'll sing them lonesome highway blues. But me I'm thinkin' 'bout givin' up this ramblin' 'round. And find my way back home to you