She whispered I love you and come back to me

As I climbed up inside of this old Diamond T

Could have been a doctor or a lawyer by trade

But that ain't the choice that I made

The life of a skinner gets under your skin

Too many highways and I'm leaving again

She could have been famous up on the screen or on stage

But that ain't the choice that she made

Too many highways, too many byways

Too many canyons and too many turns

Too many bright lights, too many long nights

And she's one bridge I don't want to burn

I hate to leave her with tears in her eyes

The longer I leave her the harder she cries

God it beats working but driving's a chore

I don't have a choice any more

Like snow on the mountains and ice in the curbs

Leaving her lonely is sure hell on her nerves

If I can't take her with me, I can't take the load

A man needs a friend on the road

Too many highways, too many byways

Too many canyons and too many turns

Too many bright lights, too many long nights

And she's one bridge I don't want to burn