I'm hanging up my walking shoes
I'm gonna bid farewell to the travelin' blues
No more chasing setting suns
And living on the run


Yeah the highway's got what the dirt road's got
And it don't matter if you're happy or not
Because I've been down them all before
And my baby's got a whole lot more
Yeah my baby's got a whole lot more


I won't miss the late nights
And I sure won't miss Econoline fights
No more roadside troubles and trials
And endless empty miles


Yeah the small town's got what the city's got
And no one cares if you like it or not
It don't matter what you're looking for
Cause baby's got a whole lot more
Yea my baby's got a whole lot more


Half my life has passed me by
And I never stopped to wonder why
I always felt I had to roam
And I never felt like I had a home
Yea but failure's got what victory's got
Repetition's what history's taught
So I guess we all know what's in store


But baby's got a whole lot more
Yeah my baby's got a whole lot more


I'm hanging up my walking shoes
I'm gonna bid farewell to the travelin' blues
No more chasing setting suns
And living on the run

Writer : WILLY BRAUN
Copyright : Lyrics © BUG MUSIC