| D | Em | A | D | |
| 1. | Well these Highway Forty B | lues, I | 've walked holes in both my s | hoes. |
| 2. The highway called when I was young, Told me lies of things to come. |
| 3. You know I've rambled all around, Like a rolling stone from town to town. |
| D | Em | A | D | |
| 1. | Counted the days since I've been g | one, | And I'd love to see the lights of | home. |
| 2. Fame and fortune lies ahead, That's what the billboard lights had said. |
| 3. Met pretty girls I have to say, but none of them could make me stay. |
| D | G | A | D | Bm | |
| 1. | Wasted time and money t | oo, S | quandered youth in search of t | ruth, |
| 3. Shattered dreams, my mind is numb, My money's gone, stick out my thumb. |
| 3. Well I've played the music halls and bars, Had fancy clothes and big fine cars, |
| Bm | E | A | |
| 1. | But in the end I had to l | ose, Lord above I've paid my d | ues |
| 2. My eyes are filled with bitter tears, Lord I ain't been home in years, |
| 3. Things a country boy can't use, Dixie Land I sure miss you, |
| A | D | F-C-G-D | |
| Got the Highway Forty B | lues. |