Diamonds on the windshield, as heaven starts to cry
In his rearview mirror, his angle waves goodbye
She knows he's got to go, she knows he's one of them

Brothers of the highway, children of the wind
That detroit diesel pirate ship goes rollin out again
Sailing for that setting sun, freedoms your best friend
Brothers of the highway, children of the wind

He puts the pedal to the metal, tring to out run the rain
Another shot of truck stop coffee, goes runnin through his vains
This country turns on eighteen wheels, thank God we can depend, on

Carolina west to denver
Batton rouge east to pittsburg
Portland south to san diago
Sail on sail on
Talahasy north to boston
Up to bangor west to austin
Coast to coast. Sea to sea
Sail on sail on, you

God bless you brothers of the highway
Children of the wind