| Diesel powers 18 wheels to rollin'
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| As I pull it on to the Interstate.
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| I’ve got thirteen hours to make my destination
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| And I don’t want to stop to check my weight
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| There won’t be no sleep for me tonight
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| No, I’ve got to be hittin' Tulsa by first morning light.
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| I’m a prisoner of the highway
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| Driven on by my restless soul
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| Call me a prisoner of the highway
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| Prison by the freedom of the road.
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| I’ve run freight out of Wheeling, West Virgina
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| And US Steel from Memphis
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| I’ve rode tobacco out of the Carolina’s
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| California wines into Burmingham
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| Some people work just to survive, yeah
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| But up here in this cab that’s when I’m most alive.
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| I’m a prisoner of the highway
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| Driven on by my restless soul
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| Call me a prisoner of the highway
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| Prison by the freedom of the road.
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| Got a wife living back in Tennessee
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| And she tries to understand the way I feel
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| I could give my hands to another line of work
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| But my heart would always be behind the wheel.
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| Call me a prisoner of the highway
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| Driven on by my restless soul
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| I’m a prisoner of the highway
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| Prison by the freedom of the road.
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| Don’t you know I’m a prisoner of the highway
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| Driven on by my restless soul
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| Call me a prisoner of the highway
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| Prison by the freedom of the road… |