Sunlight On Chrome

Never buy a map from a man who hasn't been lost

Every gravel road has a hidden toll and a cost

We keep moving on forward,

through the dust and the clay

Finding our own way (yeah,

finding our way)

You can hear the engine humming high

Underneath that wide-open sky

Roll the windows down,

let the wild wind blow

Fiddle cutting through like sunlight on chrome We're heading down the highway

where the pine trees grow

This road is our home (ooh-hoo)

Old folks say the longest way is sometimes the best

Give your heavy heart a little room to find some rest

Keep the tires spinning on the asphalt track

And never look back (no,

never look back) Roll the windows down,

let the wild wind blow

Fiddle cutting through like sunlight on chrome We're heading down the highway

where the pine trees grow

This road is our home (yeah,

it's home)

This road is our home (yeah,

just keep rolling)