(Billy Joe Shaver). . This highway she's harder than nine kinds of hell. Light there it scares as the rain. When you're down to your last shop with nothing to sell.
This old highway she's hotter than nine kinds of hell. The rides they is scarce as the rain. When you're down to your last shuck with nothing to sell.
The highway she's hotter than nine kinds of hell. The rides,they as scarce as the rain. When you're down to your last shove with nothin' to sell. And too far away from the train.