From the recording A Peasant's Voice
Lyrics
Well it's a regular day on the evening roadI'm I'm
Driving straight through my head and I don't know
What to do about the weight on my shoulders
I got nowhere to go I said. I'll get in and drive
Instead across the great American Highway Truth
And everybody knows it. And everybody knows it
Oh my arms are open. I sail on in brawn
Oh my arms are open. I sail on in
Well it's a regular day on the evening roadI'm I'm
Driving straight through my head and I don't know
What to do about the weight on my shoulders
I got nowhere to go I said. I'll get in and drive
Instead across the great American Highway Truth
And everybody knows it. And everybody knows it
Oh my arms are open. I sail on in brawn
Oh my arms are open. I sail on in
Oh my arms are open. I sail on in brawn
Oh my arms are open. I sail on in
Well it's a regular day on the evening roadI'm I'm
Driving straight through my head and I don't know
What to do about the weight on my shoulders
I got nowhere to go I said. I'll get in and drive
Instead across the great American Highway Truth
And everybody knows it. And everybody knows it
Oh my arms are open. I sail on in brawn
Oh my arms are open. I sail on in
Well it's a regular day on the evening roadI'm I'm
Driving straight through my head and I don't know
What to do about the weight on my shoulders
I got nowhere to go I said. I'll get in and drive
Instead across the great American Highway Truth
And everybody knows it. And everybody knows it
