Strolling down the high
way.
I'm gonna get there my way.
Dusty old Donahue.
Can you hear my guitar
rockin'?
While I stroll on down,
on down the highway.
People think I'm a present,
but
the Lord above ain't listening.
The sun shines all day long.
The garlic's far too strong.
While I stroll
on down, on down the highway.
While I stroll
on down,
on down the highway.
The cars won't stop for no one.
They don't think you're just a rolling bum.
They think you're no air spy.
Gonna shoot them as they go by.
No, the cars,
they won't stop.
Won't stop for no one.
Strolling down the highway.
I'm gonna get there my way.
Dusty old Donahue.
Can you hear my guitar rockin'?
While I stroll
on down,
on down the highway.
