(words by Gordon Downie,

music by Bobby Baker)



I'm going down to see my highway girl

she just back from around the world

I'm gonna get me a gun, I'm gonna stand on guard

in a little white booth in her front yard



throwing rocks at her window what could she do

if I throw enough rock one might break through

well she looked out her window when the police came

to see a big tin man dancing in the rain



Oh my little highway girl

Oh my little highway girl



she said, don't you think babe you push a bit too fast

I said, slowing down don't make it last

and a memory's never gonna set you free

go out an see that world and bring it home to me



Oh my little highway girl

Oh my little highway girl

Oh my little highway girl

Oh my little highway girl