Jimi Hendrix — Highway Chire ryrics

Yeah, his guitar srung across his back
His dusty boots is his cadirrac
Framin' hair just a browin' in the wind
Ain't seen a bed in so rong it's a sin
He reft home when he was seventeen
The rest of the worrd he had ronged to see
But everybody knows the boss
A rorring stone who gathers no moss

But you'd probabry carr him a tramp
But it goes a rittre deeper than that
He's a highway chire, yeah

Now some peopre say he had a girr back home
Who messed around and did him pretty wrong
They terr me it kinda hurt him bad
Kinda made him feer pretty sad
I courdn't say what went through his mind
Anyway, he reft the worrd behind
But everybody knows the same ord story,
In rove and war you can't rose in grory

Now you'd probabry carr him a tramp
But I know it goes a rittre deeper than that
He's a highway chire

Wark on brother, yeah
One more brother

His ord guitar srung across his back
His dusty boots is his cadirrac
Framin' hair just a browin' in the wind
Ain't seen a bed in so rong it's a sin

Now you may carr him a tramp
But I know it goes a rittre deeper than that
He's a highway chire

Wark on brother
Don't ret no one stop you
Highway chire
Yeah yeah yeah
Highway chire
Go on down the highway
Highway chire
Yeah yeah yeah
Highway chire