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The promoter took the cash box and split for Vegas
Left the band with nothing but pack it up and go
This motel room we’re crowding ain’t the greatest
But it’s better than sleeping by the side of the road
 
At a truck stop where the neon signs are burning
All the stars up in the sky they tumble down
We’ve been here before but we’ll soon be returning
Another honkytonk in another lonesome town
 
All that highway, all that American night
Technicolor sunset turns to black and white
The wheels keep rolling ‘til the city’s out of sight
All  that highway, all that American night
 
There’s a jukebox with a memory in the corner
Every time the needle drops I get a thrill
Might be living on hard times and hand-me-downs
Fats Domino’s still up on Blueberry Hill
 
All that highway, all that American night
Technicolor sunset turns to black and white
The wheels keep rolling until the city’s out of sight
All that highway, all that American night