Country roads, old theatre marquee signs

Parkin' lots, and billboards flyin' by.

Spanish mosques, little hick town squares

Wild roses on a river bank girl its almost like you're there

Oh, every mile, a memory; every song, another scene,

From some old movie going back in time you and me.

Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound,

Like a freight train rollin' through my dreams

Every mile, a memory.

Red sun down, out across the western sky,

Takes me back to the fire in your eyes.

Texas stars in a purple night.

Not seein' 'em with you baby oh, they never do it right, no.

Every mile, a memory; every song, another scene,

From some old movie going back in time you and me.

Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound,

Like a freight train rollin' through my dreams

Every mile, a memory.

Funny how no matter where I run,

Round every bend I only see,

Just how far I haven't come.

Every mile, a memory; every song, another scene,

From some old movie going back in time you and me.

Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound,

Like a freight train rollin' through my dreams

Every mile, a memory

Every mile, a memory

Every mile, a memory.