"Highway Woman" lyrics
Highway woman
Highway woman
Is your hair golden?
Are your hands silver spoons?
I was hoping I could come along with you
Storm picked up
As she undressed
Laid her body down under lightning
Some things she wants to lose
Some things she wants to keep
Sometimes it's like the blues
Goes anywhere she might be
Canyons of New Mexico
Factories of Indiana
Bunkers of California
Harbours of New England calling
She ends up in borderlands
She ends up in familiar places
She talks it up and they all listen
The sand has not heard her when it glows
She'll never be yours and yours alone
She doesn't plan on dying
She doesn't plan on dying
She doesn't plan on dying
Highway woman
Highway woman
Pack your knife and your guitar
You can change it as you go
You can change it as you go
You can change it as you go
You do not plan on dying
You do not plan on dying
You do not plan on dying
Highway woman
Is your hair golden?
Are your hands silver spoons?
I was hoping I could come along with you
Storm picked up
As she undressed
Laid her body down under lightning
Some things she wants to lose
Some things she wants to keep
Sometimes it's like the blues
Goes anywhere she might be
Canyons of New Mexico
Factories of Indiana
Bunkers of California
Harbours of New England calling
She ends up in borderlands
She ends up in familiar places
She talks it up and they all listen
The sand has not heard her when it glows
She'll never be yours and yours alone
She doesn't plan on dying
She doesn't plan on dying
She doesn't plan on dying
Highway woman
Highway woman
Pack your knife and your guitar
You can change it as you go
You can change it as you go
You can change it as you go
You do not plan on dying
You do not plan on dying
You do not plan on dying
Writer(s): Ella Williams
