Midnight Rider's Prayer

(One, two, three) Four wheels, six strings Low on smoke and gasoline Born to live a midnight rider's prayer Same boots, new crowd Same tune, new town Tryna get to Heaven 'for the devil even knows we're there On the road again Like a band of gypsies, we roll down the highway We're the best of friends Insisting that the world keep turning our way And our way Go hard, live fast Play guitars for bar tabs If there's a crowd the show will never end So we set it up and we tear it down For hundred miles to the next town Gonna drive all night just to do it all over again On the road again Like a band of gypsies, we roll down the highway We're the best of friends Insisting that the world keep turning our way And our way When your night is ending Ours is just beginning On the road again Like a band of gypsies, we roll down the highway We're the best of friends Insisting that the world keep turning our way And our way On the road again Like a band of gypsies, we roll down the highway Brothers 'til the end Insisting that the world keep turning our way And our way