Thank God for the Highways

THANK GOD FOR THE HIGHWAYS

Suzanne, I won’t be home for church this Sunday
We’re stranded here in Texas, and the money’s running low
Our old bus broke down again, on the road outside of Beaumont
We’re booked tonight in Little Rock, but I guess we’ll miss the show

So kiss the kids and tell them how I love them
And tell them how a music man just has to pay his dues
This highway ain’t no kind of life and how I hate this traveling
But thank God for the highways that bring me back to you

You’re a fair and tender lady is the song I always sing
A soft and snow-white bird of love that flies on gentle wings
You’re the purest wildwood flower, Suzanne I swear it’s true
Thank God for the highways that bring me back to you

I’ll have some time to spend with you before we leave for Denver
We’ll take the kids out fishing and camp a day or two
We’ll go to church on Sunday then visit with your mother
But the nights sweetheart will be reserved for only me and you

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