I remember that time in Texas driving 18 wheels across state lines. 3 7 9 Peterbilt with double stacks I jumped up and told you to take a seat Behind the wheels of the 18-wheeler I think you ended up driving 300 miles But now thinking back was I wrong or was I just The last of the breed of the Highway Cowboys It was always A to B Didn’t matter how you got to B The last of the breed of the Highway Cowboys Behind their 18-wheeler Lose leaf logs Putting out heat through the stacks Of the Highway Cowboys Now they call them highway angels and ain’t nothing wrong with that. Just recalling all the places and probably some of the faces that Bon Jovi rocked. That was the life of the Highway Cowboys Who could forget the black dog moments just to get to C. sometimes later to get 2 hours sleep that’s what it took to be The last of the breed of the Highway Cowboys It was always A to B Didn’t matter how you got to B The last of the breed of the Highway Cowboys Behind their 18-wheeler Lose leaf logs Putting out heat through the stacks Of the Highway Cowboys Don’t be a steering wheel holder Get up and get out the truck to see the places and the faces Of the Highway Cowboys Of the Highway Cowboys