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Been beat up and kicked around, I picked myself up off the ground, I head east to another town, I'm movin' on. Barroom fights and breakin' glass, A broken nose and a smoker's laugh, I'm sure I've probably cut my life in half. With a suitcase full of empty dreams, A guitar with broken strings, A busted heart that longs to sing the blues, A mind that always leads me wrong, A head full of Hank Williams songs.. I'm sorry, honey, but this highway's home. I've loved pretty women and some that ain't. I'm a burned-out junkie, truck stop saint. So check the tires and fill the tank, I'm movin' on. Interstate markers and highways signs, 18 wheels and thin white lines, Dodge a speed trap one more time, I'm gone. With a suitcase full of empty dreams, A guitar with broken strings, A busted heart that longs to sing the blues, A mind that always leads me wrong, A head full of Hank Williams songs.. I'm sorry, honey, but this highway's home. Letras de canciones It's so hard to leave you here this way, With a white dress and a goodbye wave, But there's mouths to feed and bills to pay. I'm sorry, honey, I've got to go. With a suitcase full of empty dreams, A guitar with broken strings, A busted heart that longs to sing the blues, A mind that always leads me wrong, A head full of Hank Williams songs.. I'm sorry, honey, but this highway's home. I'm sorry, honey, but this highway's home. From Letras Mania