Any old stretch of blacktop

I got money in my pocket
and a guitar in my hand
these lonely nights without you
are more than i can stand
i work like a puppet but it's time
to cut the strings
well i hit the ground running
and i won't be looking back
i'll be like a locomotive
headed down a one way track
it won't take too long
just you wait and see
as long as it will lead me back to you
any old stretch of blacktop will do
North, south, east, or west
been everywhere it seems
hotels rooms and honky tonks
don't feel like home to me
i'll be stepping out the rhythm
while i'm singing a brand new song
and it's knowing where i'm going
that will keep me moving on
Turn my collar to the wind
and put my thumb up in the air
flag a diesal down
or catch a bus from anywhere
colorado, california or even kalamazoo
as long as it will lead me back to you
any old stretch of blacktop will do
I hit the ground running...
alright
North south east or west...