He Loves the Road Songtext
von Nerissa & Katryna Nields

He wakes in the morning
He′s up with the sun
I'm not there to kiss him goodbye
But I know what he′s doing
He's drinking black coffee
Fast, so he can still catch the sky
One hand on the drink and one on Old Red
He'll go hundreds of miles today
When he thinks of me
He′ll smile and keep driving
The woman he let slip away

How can you hate the prairie?
How can you hate the sea?
How can you hate the sound of high lonesome?
He loves the road more than me


Home in the evening
With a book on my lap
And a bottle for company
This is the last time
I swear it′s the last
That I'm talking to nobody
This town′s unforgiving
It cannot keep secrets
They see his hand on my waist like a breath
There's a bar in Bucks County
Where they don′t know his name
And a cowboy who might understand

How can you hate the prairie?
How can you hate the sea?
How can you hate the sound of high lonesome?
He loves the road more than me
He loves the road more than me