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I've heard ol' Hank sing about this road

With lonely days and where the nights are cold

Please beware, or you'll curse the day

You started strolling down the Lost Highway



I was born and raised on the Ken-Tenn line

in the coldest winter they had in quite sometime

My mother cried and the preacher prayed

for they knew I was bound for the Lost Highway



Twenty years niether good nor bad

but beaten down with the luck I'd had

I call my home where my head may lay

Please don't let it be on the Lost Highway



I cheated death, but my soul I lost

I'll see another day but at such a cost

Take my advice, and never go astray

or I'll see you all on that Lost Highway