Dusty Highway
(Scholzen/Schmidt)

When the morning dew glimmers in my face, 
and the sun sends out its all embracing grace,
when the dusty roads stretch out in front of me, 
and the clear blue sky whispers in my ear.

Dusty roads turn out to be my only friends, 
canyons to the left that's where the highway ends, 
where the desert rose sends me a last farewell, 
when I'm gone I'll surely miss it's magic spell.

Dusty Highway is so very rough and long,
Dusty Highway is the place-it's the place where 1 belong.

Lost like a tramp on a lonesome highway,
just like a lifelong custody, it will never, never ever end.

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