Lyrics:

Well he's following the broken lines Living on borrowed time Motel rooms and broken hearts all left behind You swear he couldn't close his eyes As he shifts into overdrive He's been up and down this road so many times The man of his own And searching just keeps him proving That only the road Can tame the rebel in his soul It's the rhythm of the highway As he rolls on down And city lights as they fade from sight Drives the man behind the driving wheels Like a cowboy in a rodeo Riding hard but never letting go You'll be wand'ring through the twilight of his life Waylon Jennings on the radio Country music and engines roar Like a shooting star across a desert sky And he's got a home But it's out on the blue horizon Heaven only knows There's still a rebel in his soul It's the rhythm of the highway As he rolls on down And city lights as they fade from sight Drives the man behind the driving wheels And chasing southern lights In the distant sky And open plains with the mountains high Drives the man behind the driving wheels 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 blood It's the rhythm of the highway...