Highway Worrior (Englisch)

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Black smoke risin' from these diesel veins,

Forty tons draggin' all my sins in chains.

Steel-toe boots and a heart gone cold,

This highway bought my soul and never let go.

I've buried friends beneath white roadside crosses,

Watched good men drown inside whiskey losses.

A hundred thousand miles, a thousand sleepless nights,

Still chasin' ghosts beneath these faded lights.

Mama prayed I'd find my way back home...

But these yellow lines became my throne.

I'm a Highway Warrior... born beneath the storm.

Raised by thunder, broken, bruised and worn.

Every scar's a map, every mile's a prayer,

God rides shotgun... but the Devil owns the air.

If I die tonight with my hands on the wheel,

Let the engine sing what my mouth won't reveal.

No king... no crown... no glory to claim...

Just another outlaw with a rusted name.

Truck stop coffee tastes like yesterday.

Every sunrise steals a piece away.

Chrome reflects a face I barely know,

Older than the miles I've yet to tow.

I've seen children wave from overpasses high,

Made me wonder why grown men forget to smile.

Freedom ain't free—it bleeds you slow,

Leaves nothing but tire tracks in the snow.

I've cursed the Lord...

I've cursed this road...

I've cursed the weight of every load.

Then one quiet dawn through the pouring rain...

I heard silence whisper my name.

Maybe heaven ain't some golden gate.

Maybe it's forgiving every twist of fate.

Maybe peace ain't found where angels fly...

Maybe peace is learning not to ask "why."

I'm a Highway Warrior... baptized in diesel smoke.

Held together by promises I already broke.

Still I roll because stopping means defeat.

The highway's cruel... but she's all I'll ever need.

When my last mile fades beneath these tires,

Lay me down beside forgotten wires.

Don't cry for me—just let that old air horn sing...

One long lonely note...

For the last Highway Warrior.

The road never loved me...

But she never lied.

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