One man's meat is another man's poison. One man's gain can be another man's loss. I'm travelling down the lonely highway. 'Cos a rolling stone don't gather no moss. Once I thought I could live the kind of life I wanted. But the wayward wind made me restless and a fool of me. 'Cos I thought I could settle for the nine to five life. Well I guess it just was never meant to be. Now people talk and they speculate about what other people would do. But they can't put themselves within my shoes. It used to be my life now it's become my story. I'm heading down this highway with those blues. Well I'd love to see the sun setting on the riverside. Just to go back home and I want to settle down. Well I have to pay the devil for my music. Why I have to keep on with this roaming around. Have to pay the devil for my music. Keep on rolling from town to town. Have to pay the devil for to play my music. Keep on rolling from town to town