Humin Highway

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Humin Highway

My daddy was the highwayman, knew all the roads by heart.

I rode with him a million miles that’s how I got my start.

He taught me how to listen to the highway I still do.

He travels all the roads with me, he never will be through

 

The humming of the highway, the beckon of the road

Dead head on back to Texas I don’t carry any load

White lines-mile markers-cities too, they pass right on along

The different humming roads I ride, keep singing their own song

 

Humming highways sing your music, I love your melody

Wind whistling past my shoulder out there sure makes me feel free

And the thumpin of the pavement cracks adds rhythm her song

With the humming of the highway, yea forever I’ll drive on.

 

Dim city lights grow brighter lightning’s writing in the sky

Windshield wipers beating off the rain and cars keep passin by

A million stripes behind me, diesel smoke settles on black top

Humming highway keep on singing to me don’t you ever stop

 

Yea the hum of open highway, it’s music to my ears

I love to hear it hum along, I’ve listened many years

Humming highway sing your music, yea sing a song to me

Humming highway keep me on the road and keep me company

 

Another hundred miles of asphalt, through another sleeping town

I drove my rig five hundred miles all since the sun went down

Just two more states to roll on through, fourteen hours left to go

In 10 million miles of drivin there ain’t one highway I don’t know

 

Hummin highway made of cement, yea I love you the best

You make the most distinctive sound, far different than the rest

But on you I’ll get in trouble, yea with you I’ll find a cop

But if I keep my speed in check, your song will never stop

 

When I get back home I’ll park, out under Dads oak tree

But the wore out engine wont cool off much, while it waits for me

Hummin highway stay in tune, yea  sing your lonesome song

Hummin highway don’t stop singing, yea you keep em rollin on

 

Hummin highway yea ill miss you, when I can drive no more

But if I set still and quiet I’ll still hear you beyond my door

Though your distant faint and far away, your song remains the same

Hummin highway I’ll sure miss the ride, and that sure is a shame

 

Yea my daddy was the highwayman he knew all the roads by heart

Back when I was just a little kid, that’s when I got my start

He taught me to always listen to the highway I still do

He hums on while the highway sings, he never will be through.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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