I've been driving these back roads
since the sun went down
Counting down the miles as I
head out of town There's a
bottle on the dashboard and a
photograph too Every mile that I'm
driving gets me closer to you
So I'm coming home,
yeah, coming home to stay I
left my troubles in the dust
a hundred miles away The radio's
playing our old favorite song And
this lonesome highway won't be lonesome
for long
I remember the porch light you'd
leave on for me
The screen door still swinging in
the sweet mountain breeze I was
too proud to call you,
too stubborn to write But this
old truck keeps rolling toward that
old front porch light So I'm
coming home,
yeah, coming home to stay I
left my troubles in the dust
a hundred miles away The radio's
playing our old favorite song And
this lonesome highway won't be lonesome
for long
And this lonesome highway won't be
lonesome for long