It oughta be illegal Our love, will climb and mountain Near or far, we are, And we never let it end. And we got nothing to be sorry for. Eyes can see, that we Got a highway to the sky. Don't want to hear goodbye. I don't want to hear your

Last of a dyin' breed Oh, feel the breeze, I've been around playin' and gamblin' but lord I'm free An open highway's all I'll ever need I hear that highway callin'! Saddle up baby, ride up close to me Last of the dyin' breed Got a pocket full of memories

Sometimes I wonder where will we go Lord don't take my whiskey, rock and roll I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show I