Chrome bumper shining in the midday glare Engine humming low, a wild kind of prayer He’s got a heavy right foot and a light-hearted soul A rusted-out chassis that’s out of control Just a man and his machine, cutting through the grain Ignoring the city and the pouring rain. He rolls into town with a wink and a grin Where the neon flickers and the night-time begins He spots a pretty face leaning ‘gainst a wall One look at the driver and she’s ready to fall He opens up the door, says "Hop in, let's ride" With the windows rolled down and the world outside. He takes the long way, the road less known Where the wild grass whispers and the secrets are sown Away from the headlights, away from the noise Just a grown-up man with his favorite toy. In the bed of that truck, under a canopy of black Once you go out there, you ain't coming back With the stars as a ceiling and the moonlight glow He’s the king of the highway, taking it slow Just a midnight dream on a steel-framed bed With a thousand stories waiting to be said. She’s laughing in the breeze, hair flying wild Looking at the horizon like a wide-eyed child He tells her ‘bout the valley and the river out west While the engine’s humming, giving the heart a rest He’s the master of the map, the lord of the lane Turning every mile into a sweet, slow flame. He don't need a palace, he don't need a throne Just a full tank of gas and a path of his own He’s picked up a few hearts in the back of that Ford A kind of freedom that can’t be ignored From the red dirt roads to the edge of the sea This old pickup truck is the key to be free. The world disappears in the rearview mirror As the silence of the midnight brings the feeling clearer Just a heartbeat drumming to the rhythm of the wheels And the magic of the moment is all that he feels. In the bed of that truck, under a canopy of black Once you go out there, you ain't coming back With the stars as a ceiling and the moonlight glow He’s the king of the highway, taking it slow Just a midnight dream on a steel-framed bed With a thousand stories waiting to be told... In the bed of that truck, under a canopy of black Once you go out there, you ain't coming back With the stars as a ceiling and the moonlight glow He’s the king of the highway, taking it slow Just a midnight dream on a steel-framed bed With a thousand stories waiting to be told... king of the highway ... king of the highway ... king of the highway ...
