Hand Me Down the Highway

Lyrics

My granddad drove a milk truck
Dad drove a rusted Ford
I got a van with a busted door
And a map I can't afford

Every road's been travelled
By someone who loved the view
So I'll take the miles they left behind
And add a few that are new

Pass it on, pass it on
Like a song that never ends

Hand me down the highway
Hand me down the sky
Hand me down the stories
Of the ones who've passed us by
We'll sing it from the mountains
We'll sing it from the plain
Hand me down the highway
And I'll hand it on again

There's a scratch along the dashboard
Where my father's ring once rode
And a coffee stain from Tulsa
That my mother's cup bestowed

Pass it on, pass it on
Like a fire among friends

Hand me down the highway
Hand me down the sky
Hand me down the stories
Of the ones who've passed us by
We'll sing it from the mountains
We'll sing it from the plain
Hand me down the highway
And I'll hand it on again

One day some kid will find this van
And wonder who we were
They'll read our names in the dust and rust
And hear the echo stir

Hand me down the highway
Hand me down the sky
Hand me down the stories
Of the ones who've passed us by
We'll sing it from the mountains
We'll sing it from the plain
Hand me down the highway
And I'll hand it on again

Hand it on, hand it on
Hand it on again