It was on a summer's evening The air was still and calm I dove out to the highway Where a traveler's soul belongs I could hear the highway crying That lonesome road did wail I took off for the horizon like I'd spent my life in jail like I'd been in jail I drove faster and faster The tires wuld not slow Just one more mile Then after it's homeward I will go it's back home I'll go Then the darkness did surround me A cold fog settled in It was my eyes and the headlights Who'd seen where we had been Who knew where we'd been Then the road rose up to meet me And gathered me in it's arms Whispered to me sweetly I'll keep you safe from harm You'll never know harm Leave your home leave your family Leave them all behind There are golden fields And valleys The kind that poets rhyme Run and tell my little sister Her hair is flowing red tell her that I miss her and I'm anything but dead Tell her i'm not dead