I'm going to hit the highway travel all up and down I'm going to hit the highway travel all up and down When my feet start a moving they take me all down the town It's eleven fifty seven by the clock on the shelf It's eleven fifty seven by the clock on the shelf By the time it comes to midnight I'll be long gone by myself The night is full of maybe the hard gold is calling me The night is full of maybe the hard gold is calling me Take my blues of trouble going to let the highway free