| Diamonds on the windshield, as heaven starts to cry,
|
| In his rearview mirror, his angle waves goodbye,
|
| She knows he’s got to go, she knows he’s one of them,
|
| Brothers of the highway, children of the wind,
|
| That detroit diesel piarot ship goes rollin out again,
|
| Sailin for that settin sun, freedoms your best friend,
|
| Brothers of the highway, children of the wind.
|
| He putts the peddel to the metal, tring to out run the rain,
|
| Another shot of truck stop coffee, goes runnin through his vains,
|
| This country turns on eighteen wheels, thank god we can depend, on Brothers of the highway
|
| Carolina west to Denver
|
| Batton Rouge east to Pittsburg
|
| Portland south to San Diago
|
| Sail on sail on Talahasy north to Boston, up to Bangor west to Austin
|
| Coast to coast sea to sea
|
| Sail on sail on, you
|
| Brothers of the highway
|
| God bless you brothers of the highway
|
| Children of the wind |