Rhonda Lee   You got a lot of weight to bear   Cutting your own hair   Apologizing to the girl upstairs   'Cause the police   Woke up the neighborhood last night   In the backyard with flashlights   Your husband running from his drunken fights   Do you think you might      Want to walk along the highway   And they ask you why you do not leave   But you don't want to walk along the highway   In the cold December breeze      Rhonda Lee   You got a lot on your mind   Your first child due right at Christmas time   You know he's really not the family kind   And in your head   You see a pretty Christmas tree   Two tall candles on the mantle piece   All around you family   It could be      Do you want to walk along the highway   And they ask you why you do not leave   But you don't want to walk along the highway   In the cold December breeze      There's a kicking inside you   Now you've got to decide this for two      And it haunts you   Whey they ask you   'Cause you got to   Walk along the highway   Into the life that you can dream