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