Drivin' down Highway Sixty-One,

Into the heart of the setting sun.

Stopped off in a roadside bar,

heard the cry of a steel guitar.

I play to forget, but l remember too much,

every song I sing is never enough

The highway moon shines down just for free,

That melody, oh mercy me.

All I need is my gun and pickup truck,

a bottle of bourbon and a little bidda luck.

Singin' my song since the days of my youth,

this old guitar, six strings and the truth.

This old guitar,

You stood there like you owned the stage,

song cut through my heartbreak haze.

Every line you sang seemed just for me,

Straight to my heart, releasing me.

I grabbed my guitar and played my song,

you smiled wide and sang along.

Two hearts met together on that stage,

felt my life turn a brand-new page.

No more motels with a lonesome view,

not now I share them with you.

No more nights drinkin' memories away,

now every sunrise is a brand-new day.

Together now singin' our country blues,

on the road where we've paid our dues.

We tune that old guitar once more,

A different town, the same old tune,

singin' to lovers 'neath a harvest moon.

The jukebox playin' our favourite song,

in every bar, they all sing along.

Heartfelt country ballad in a major key.