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.