Magna Carta Highway To Spain
(Highway to Spain)
(Highway to Spain)
Two drifters running free heading for the sun
rolling down a highway to Spain
we were almost finished, before we had begun
and nothing, nothing would be the same
From Rouen down to Toulouse that old transit saw us well
rolling through the vineyards on the hill
bread and cheese in a sleepy town heading out as the sun
went down
counting up the money for a small hotel
Down that highway to Spain
strangers to the sun
who knows when we'll be back again
on that highway to Spain
the race is on again, my friend
South of Saragossa, aiming for Madrid
where mirages danced fandangos on the plain
we ran out of money, I can't remember just what we did
but I recall we got there just the same
Down that highway to Spain
strangers to the sun
who knows when we'll be back again
on that highway to Spain
the race is on again, my friend
