| Song | Hillbilly Highway |
| Artist | Steve Earle |
| Album | Guitar Town (Deluxe) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Earle, Hinson | |
| My grandaddy was a miner, but he finally saw the light | |
| He didn't have much, just a beat-up truck and a dream about a better life | |
| Grandmama cried when she waved goodbye, never heard such a lonesome sound | |
| Pretty soon the dirt road turned into blacktop, detroit city bound | |
| Down that hillbilly highway | |
| That hillbilly highway | |
| Hillbilly highway | |
| Goes on and on | |
| He worked and saved his money so that one day he might send | |
| My old man off to college, to use his brains and not his hands | |
| Grandmama cried when she waved goodbye, never heard such a lonesome sound | |
| But daddy had himself a good job in houston, one more rollin' down | |
| Down that hillbilly highway | |
| That hillbilly highway | |
| Hillbilly highway | |
| Goes on and on | |
| Grandaddy rolled over in his grave the day that i quit school | |
| I just sat around the house playin' my guitar, daddy said i was a fool | |
| My mama cried when i said goodbye, i never heard such a lonesome sound | |
| Now i'm standin' on this highway and if you're going my way | |
| You know where i'm bound |
| zuo ci : Earle, Hinson | |
| My grandaddy was a miner, but he finally saw the light | |
| He didn' t have much, just a beatup truck and a dream about a better life | |
| Grandmama cried when she waved goodbye, never heard such a lonesome sound | |
| Pretty soon the dirt road turned into blacktop, detroit city bound | |
| Down that hillbilly highway | |
| That hillbilly highway | |
| Hillbilly highway | |
| Goes on and on | |
| He worked and saved his money so that one day he might send | |
| My old man off to college, to use his brains and not his hands | |
| Grandmama cried when she waved goodbye, never heard such a lonesome sound | |
| But daddy had himself a good job in houston, one more rollin' down | |
| Down that hillbilly highway | |
| That hillbilly highway | |
| Hillbilly highway | |
| Goes on and on | |
| Grandaddy rolled over in his grave the day that i quit school | |
| I just sat around the house playin' my guitar, daddy said i was a fool | |
| My mama cried when i said goodbye, i never heard such a lonesome sound | |
| Now i' m standin' on this highway and if you' re going my way | |
| You know where i' m bound |
| zuò cí : Earle, Hinson | |
| My grandaddy was a miner, but he finally saw the light | |
| He didn' t have much, just a beatup truck and a dream about a better life | |
| Grandmama cried when she waved goodbye, never heard such a lonesome sound | |
| Pretty soon the dirt road turned into blacktop, detroit city bound | |
| Down that hillbilly highway | |
| That hillbilly highway | |
| Hillbilly highway | |
| Goes on and on | |
| He worked and saved his money so that one day he might send | |
| My old man off to college, to use his brains and not his hands | |
| Grandmama cried when she waved goodbye, never heard such a lonesome sound | |
| But daddy had himself a good job in houston, one more rollin' down | |
| Down that hillbilly highway | |
| That hillbilly highway | |
| Hillbilly highway | |
| Goes on and on | |
| Grandaddy rolled over in his grave the day that i quit school | |
| I just sat around the house playin' my guitar, daddy said i was a fool | |
| My mama cried when i said goodbye, i never heard such a lonesome sound | |
| Now i' m standin' on this highway and if you' re going my way | |
| You know where i' m bound |