well i was born in carolina way back in the swamp i was a happy country boy til television came along it kept showin them far away places and it sure was a bitch cause every time i d think about traveling well my feet would start to itch so i borrowed my daddy s suitcase and picked up my guitar i walked up to the highway and flagged down a car i hitchhiked out to kansas city just as fast as i could my life was all before me and that highway sure looked good gimme that highway better go my way crank up the big wheels let em roll on i m moving like a fast train gimme that passin lane and i ll be gone i m packin my load a little farther down the road i moved on down to dallas soon as i got the chance i was playing funky music for them city folks to dance and i had money in my pocket i had fun in my bed but i ve been here a year now and it s getting to my head cause i ve been rocked into ruin i ve been discoed to death i ve been funk rocked and punk rocked til i can t catch my breath i ve been ragged until i m ragged i ve been new waved til i m blind but i ve got a solution for my funky state of mind just gimme that highway better go my way crank up the big wheels let em roll on i m movin like a fast train gimme that passin lane and i ll be gone no more blues just as long as i can move well gimme that highway better go my way now rank up the big wheels let em roll on i m movin like a fast train gimme that passin lane and i ll be gone i m packin my load a little farther down the road