Living on the highway,
not exactly my cup of tea
Cause I'm a family man,
with a roving eye, baby on my knee
And if I cast a longing look,
at a lovely lady passing by
Say my daughter pokes my ribs
and says that she will black my eyes
But here we go again,
out in the morning
You know the man who planned this tour,
the show must be insane
Now here we go again
Take it from the last refrain
We get higher and higher
Higher and higher
Higher and higher
Higher, higher
If you keep it,
don't make me a li ar
Oh, no, no, no
Living on the highway
Oh, that's what the blues man said
Oh, we're out here playing music
Getting twisted in the head
So you wake up in the afternoon
Wonder if you're alive or dead
Should you say hel lo
To the stranger sleeping in your bed
Here we go again,
out in the pouring rain
You know the man who planned this tour
for sure must be insane
Here we go again
Take it from the last refrain
We get higher and higher,
higher and higher
Higher and higher, higher, higher
If you keep on going make
me a liar
Here we go again
Out in the mornin' rain
You know the man who planned this tour
For sure must be insane
Here we go again
Takin' from the last refrain
We get higher and higher
Higher and higher
Higher and higher
Higher and higher, higher, higher, higher
And higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher and higher,
people don't make me a li ar
One night law