Highway Down

Johnny's walkin' down

that old familiar road in the blizzard.

He's got the old Gibson by his side.

'Seems the latches aren't doing what they're,

supposed to do and soon that old guitar,

is sleeping in the snow-bank, yeah.

You know you gotta move on up now,

move on up,

the highway down.

well you move on up.

Tell me 'bout it Dave!

Lemme tell you all a little bit more here...

See Patrick's driving to Traverse City,

from Chicago, the windy city,

He's in the old Cross-fire

(1993, rear-wheel-drive).

It seems the tires aren't doing what they're,

supposed to do and soon that old old car,

is slippin' and-a, slippin' and-a slidin' yeah.

You know you gotta move on up now,

move on up the highway down.

Well you move on up.

See I'm just takin' the only road I,

know to take to get to you,

to sing my song.

Everybody and their mother's out on the road tonight,

including old Santa Claus,

he's in the state trooper car

(it's a true story)!

You know you gotta move on up now,

move on up the highway down.

Oh you gotta move on up.

Y'know you gotta move on up now,

move on up the highway down.

Well you move on up.

Well you move on up.

You move on up.