[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] And so I borrowed my daddy's suitcase and picked up my guitar I walked up to the highway and I 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 [Chorus] Now gimme that highway, let it go my way Crank up the big wheel and 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 [Verse 3] Well, 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 [Verse 4] 'Cause I've been rocked to 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 reggae'd 'til I'm ragged I've been new waved 'til I'm blind But I've got a solution for my funky state of mind [Chorus] Just gimme that highway, let it go my way Crank up the big wheels, and 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 [Chorus] Well, gimme that highway, let it go my way Now crank up the big wheel, and just 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 further up the road