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...