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There's a highway, does my thinking for me Keeps me rolling in this blaze of glory And the wheels on the bus go round and round Leading me to where I'm bound And the highway does my thinking for me Yeah, this six-string does my talking for me Come on, listen, let it tell you a story And the days and the nights go round and round Sun comes up and the moon goes down And this six-string does my talking for me Oh, my baby does my breathing for me Keeps me going when the way get stormy All the wheels on the bus go round and round Leading me to where I'm bound And my baby does my breathing for me All the days and the nights go round and round Sun comes up and the moon goes down And this six-string does my talking for me All the wheels on the bus go round and round And the highway does my thinking for me From Letras Mania