Verse 1 I’m a lone rider on this dusty road, Boots worn thin, bearing a heavy load. My old pickup hums a tune I know, Chasing the sun, where the wild winds blow. Chorus I’m roping the stars, through the sun and the rain, The highway’s my church, not lookin to gain. With my dog by my side and a hat pulled low, I’m riding the highway home... rollin slow. Verse 2 Stopped at a saloon, where truth is poured, An old man whispered, “Son, there’s more.” His eyes were tired, but his heart still burned, Said, “Love’s the rope, you’ve got to learn.” Chorus I’m roping the stars, through the sun and the rain, The highway’s my church, not lookin to gain. With my dog by my side and a hat pulled low, I’m riding the highway home... rollin slow. Bridge Sheep graze where the green grass grows, But the narrow path ain’t a place [pause] you know. It’s a horse you tame, it’s a girl you lose, It’s the old ranch gate you learn to choose. Chorus I’m roping the stars, through the sun and the rain, The highway’s my church, not lookin to gain. With my dog by my side and a hat pulled low, I’m riding the highway home... rollin slow. Outro There's nothing here but an empty glass, The road’s still long, but I’ll make it last. Through the darkest nights I'll find the morning’s glow, I’m riding the highway… home... rollin slow.
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