The kid's left home, the kid's got a kid of her own Don't knock that door, don't knock it, nobody's home The mystery sign, turn off and follow it blind The interstate is jammed and crammed with exhaust mist It only leads to somewhere you'll never miss You'll never miss
Get on the blue highways, follow the blue highways You know that they're there, you know that they're there Where the real America lies
The rusty chrome, the shutters swing open and closed Don't knock that door, don't knock it, nobody's home The blood runs cold, the blood runs cold There must be gold where fools are That's what we are, that's what we are
Get on the blue highways, follow the blue highways You know that they're there, you know that they're there Where the real America lies Blue highways, blue highways, blue highwaysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
