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