Fireman
Fireman
Fireman
Fireman
Fireman
Fireman
Fireman
Fireman
Fireman
Fireman
Fireman
Fireman
Fireman
Fireman
Fireman
Running through the night time baby, looking like a wreck
Got too many highlights with a lovelight on her neck
Lookin' for some paydirt that'll maybe come around
Everybody wonderin' what's that sound?
Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya
Move me
Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya
Always
Standing in the doorway of a little black shop
Lifting off the penknife and a-ringin' up the cops
Running down the street, everybody sees
What she's got is what she needs and
What she loves is me
Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya. Baby
Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya. Play dead
Highway, do ya ,do ya, do ya. Who's making you follow
Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya. Lose me in the hollow
Lose me tomorrow, every night and every hour
Take me higher every day, move me baby, move me
Everybody wonders why you're lookin' such a wreck
Down the
Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya. Liftin' up your penknife
Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya. Lookin' for some paydirt
Everybody wonders why you didn't mind the store
They don't know what you're sellin'
No
Somebody can move me, oh I feel it shakin'
Words are gettin' higher, everybody fire
Oh the sun is risin' again
Hey now baby, what you doin', I'll be coming
Never mind the highway, I'll be runnin'
Runnin'
Runnin'
Highway was written by Paul McCartney.
Highway was produced by Paul McCartney & Martin Glover.