Driving Wheels

So, are all you guys from fuckin′ Australia or what?
Is that yes or no?
I was tryna get Fosters to sponsor the gig, you know?
Bring a Foster child, so if you bring a fuckin' Pom you get in for nothing, you know?
They wouldn′t be in it

Oh yeah

Well he's following the broken lines
Living on borrowed time
Motel rooms and broken hearts all left behind
I swear he could close his eyes
As he shifts into overdrive
He's been up and down this road so many times

A will of his own
His searchin′ just keeps him moving
And only the road
Can tame the rebel in his soul

It′s like the rhythm of the highway
As it rolls on by
And city life as they fade from sight
Would drive a man behind the driving wheel

Oh, like a cowboy in a rodeo
Riding hard but never letting go
Well, he'll be wand′ring through the twilight of his life
And Waylon Jennings on the radio
Country music and the engines roar
Just like a shooting star across a desert sky

If he's got a home
It′s out on the blue horizon
Heaven only knows
There's still a rebel in his soul

It′s like the rhythm of the highway
As it rolls on by
(And city life) as they fade from sight
Would drive a man behind the driving wheel
And chasing sunrise, in a distant sky
And open plain, turn to mountains high
It drives a man behind the driving wheel, hey, oh, yeah yeah yeah

Oh yeah

Well he's thought about settling down
A little diner on the edge of town
But in this world of push and shove
He's still got freedom in his heart

Well it′s the rhythm of the highway (as it rolls on by)
And city light (as they fade from sight)
Well, I know what′s drivin' behind those driving wheels
And chasin′ sunrise (in a distant sky)
Through open plains (turns to mountains high)
Yeah, I know what's driving behind those driving wheels, hey yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Oh yeah, come on, oh

Oh yeah
Wooh
Oh, yeah, yeah! Alright
Wooh
That′s David Leslie on the guitar here