The purple haze veils the greens of the ridges in the sunlight Those vineyards and those valleys roll forever way down south One glimpse of timeless beauty as we thunder down this road Make some kind of sense out of this living hand to mouth But I love this road When I miss my home I guess I was born to ride that white line But I love this road That red rock red rears its raging height off the mirror of the plains The desert sand turns to paradise with the late December rain It's the physical condition of emotion that we share I'd love to have a baby girl, but we ain't got time to spare Not while we're on this road When I miss being home I guess I was born to ride that white line But I love this road I love this road Yeah, I love this road ♪ And when the rollings over, a prayer that pride allows This man to lead a happy life when I'm back behind that plough Because I love this road When I miss being home I guess I was born to ride that white line And I love this road When I miss my home I guess I was born to ride that white line But I love this road I love this road Yeah, I love this road This road