Maybe Kerouac did it all, he and Hesse wrote it all
Willie P sang it all, The American Dream
Won’t you twirl me ‘round your interstate?
Show me what’s there that’s great ‘bout
Hitchin’ for fun about gettin’ around
Won’t you take me from town to town?
Pick me up when I’m feelin’ down
Be my friend take me away
Well I’ve found my own San Francisco
I’ve found myself ‘On the Road’
I’ve found this is where I am happy and free
Where I go where I need to go
Highway take me
Trucker-man please take me home
I’m here at your whim, with you at the wheel
By your bed, by my need to roam
The first time that I came through this town
I was nervous and tired, all alone
Men wanted to touch me and then buy me lunch
I was scared and I let it show
But now on this bus passin’ through here
Held in by these Greyhound walls
I can’t help but wish I was out on the road
And dancin’ the Truck Driver’s Waltz
Highway take me
Trucker-man please take me home
I’m here at your whim, with you at the wheel
By your bed, by my need to roam
Maybe Kerouac did it all, he and Hesse wrote it all
Willie P sang it all, The American Dream
Won’t you twirl me ‘round your interstate?
Show me what’s there that’s great ‘bout
Hitchin’ for fun about gettin’ around
Won’t you take me from town to town?
Pick me up when I’m feelin’ down
Be my friend take me away
Copyright Kate Weekes 2007