text: Friday nights pay night, guys fresh outta work
  Yeah well be talking bout the weekend, scrubbing off the dirt
  Some heading home to their families, some looking to get hurt
  Some going down to the Stovall wearing trouble on their shirts
  Well I work for the county out on old I-5
  All day long I hold a red flag and watch the traffic pass me by
  In my head I keep a picture of my pretty little miss
  Someday, mister, Im gonna lead a better life than this
  Working on the highway, laying down the blacktop
  Working on the highway, all day long I dont stop
  Working on the highway, blasting through the bedrock
  Working on the highway, working on the highway
  Well I met her at a dance down the union hall
  She was standing with her brothers back up against the wall
  Sometimes wed go walking down the union tracks
  One day I looked straight at her and she looked straight back
  So Im working on the highway, laying down the blacktop
  Working on the highway, all day long I dont stop
  Working on the highway, blasting through the bedrock
  Working on the highway, working on the highway
  The highway, yes
  Well I saved up my money and I put it all away
  I went to see her daddy but we didnt have much to say
  Son, cant you see that shes just a little girl?
  She dont know nothing bout this cruel, cruel world
  We lit out down to Florida, we got along all right
  One day her brothers came and got her and they took me in a black-and-white, yes
  Prosecutor kept the promise that he made on that day
  And the judge got mad and he put me straight away
  So now I wake up every morning to the work bell clang
  Me an the warden go swingin on the Charlotte County road gang
  Working on the highway, laying down the blacktop
  Working on the highway, all day long I dont stop
  Working on the highway, blasting through the bedrock
  Working on the highway, working on the highway, yes
  The highway