Well he's following the broken lines

Living on borrowed time

Motel rooms and broken hearts all left behind

You swear he couldn't close his eyes

As he shifts into overdrive

He's been up and down this road so many times



The man of his own

And searching just keeps him proving

That only the road

Can tame the rebel in his soul



It's the rhythm of the highway

As he rolls on down

And city lights as they fade from sight

Drives the man behind the driving wheels



Like a cowboy in a rodeo

Riding hard but never letting go

You'll be wand'ring through the twilight of his life

Waylon Jennings on the radio

Country music and engines roar

Like a shooting star across a desert sky

And he's got a home

But it's out on the blue horizon

Heaven only knows

There's still a rebel in his soul



It's the rhythm of the highway

As he rolls on down

And city lights as they fade from sight

Drives the man behind the driving wheels



And chasing southern lights

In the distant sky

And open plains with the mountains high

Drives the man behind the driving wheels



Well he's thought about settling down

A little diner on the edge of town

But in this world of push and shove

He's still got freedom in his blood



It's the rhythm of the highway...