His guitar swung across his back. His dusty boots is his cadillac. Flamin' hair just a-blowin' in the wind. ain't seen a bed in so long it's a sin. He left home when he was seventeen. The rest of the world he had longed to see. And everybos knows boss. A rolling stone gathers no moss. Now you'd probly call him a tramp. But it goes a little deeper than that. He's a highway chile. Now Some people say he had a girl back home. messed around and did a bit a wrong. They me tell it kinda hurt him bad. Kinda made him feel pretty sad. . I couldn't say what went through his mind. Anyway he left the world behind. Everybody knows the same old story. in love or war you can lose your glory. Now you'd probably a-call him a tramp. But I know it goes a little deeper than that. He's a highway chile. Walk on brother. . His old guitar slung across his back. His dusty boots is his cadillac. Flamin' hair just a-blowin' in the wind. ain't seen a bed in so long it's a sin. Now you may call him a tramp. but I know it goes a little deeper then that. He's a High Way chile. Walk on brother Don't let no one stop ya. Highway Chile. ya ya ya. highway chile. rollin stone. rollin down the highway. (mumble). Highway chile X2. .