Lletres: Bob Seger. Mongrel. Highway Child.

I wasn't born lookin' back, I can't tell white from black

Kesey next to me now darling, straighter than a railroad track

I've been so high, my mind was dry


I rent it out to farmers on the midnight ride
That ain't all

I ain't even got me a congressman I can call

I seen 'em dumpin' garbage, in my rivers and lakes

All right

I seen 'em send up John Sinclair, you know
Two joints is all it takes


Then suddenly I was in a tree

And dogs were barking up at me
can't you see

I'm so damn apethetic, I can't believe I'm free



As the senator he signs the bills you know



And he's telling us which way we have to go


Think it's time we got together and declared
When you see them coming and you get so scared



Rain is falling down, but you know I'm feeling fine

I think I'll watch the tv set, let America steal my mind

But you know I'm cool, Momma had a rule

She didn't raise no fool to be true to someone else

I'm gonna be myself
I'm runnin' down that highway child



Highway child
Highway child