Sitting back on a Sunday afternoon
Waiting for the radio to play my favorite song
Thinking back at all the things we done together
Wondering why it had to end
Well I can't make up your mind girl
I can't tell you how it's gonna be
Well I can't help to wonder why
Your packing up your bags and leaving me
This old highway leads to gold
This old highway leads to gold
I wake up in the morning and I open up the door
I smell the fresh cool air blowing in
Well everyday I drive the endless miles
When I get up on the interstate
Well I can't make up your mind girl
I can't tell you how it's gonna be
Well I can't help to wonder why
Your packing up your bags and leaving me
This old highway leads to gold
This old highway leads to gold
This old highway leads to gold
I seen a million places and I done it all
But there's only one thing that I really need
And that's your sweet tender loving girl
So bring it on home to me
Well I can't make up your mind girl
I can't tell you how it's gonna be
Well I can't help to wonder why
Your packing up your bags and leaving me
This old highway leads to gold
This old highway leads to gold
This old highway leads to gold