Woke up this morning
When I heard that word
The word was Chuya
I’m preaty sure, oh, Lord.
I dreamed of mountains
Where the road meets the sky
And a real long highway
That I gotta ride.
I’ve been to England, to the USA
I’ve been to Finland
But not to Chuya highway
I’ve been to hell, I’ve been everywhere
I’ve been to Route 66
But not to Chuya highway
Goodbye my mother, I’ll be missing you
Goodbye my father, I will break through
Goodbye my sister, you gonna be alright
You know I’ll miss you
But I was born to easy ride
I’ve been to England, to the USA
I’ve been to Finland
But not to Chuya highway
I’ve been to hell, I’ve been everywhere
I’ve been to Route 66
But not to Chuya highway
Give me your lips, my eyes are open
I know your fears, your heart is broken
Just take a chance at my expense
Let’s take a ride and feel alright
And drive away with me up to Chuya highway
We are from England and I’m from France
I’m from Russia and we are friends
We’ve been around,
Oh, Lord, We’ve been everywhere
We’ve been to heaven and hell
But not to Chuya highway
We’ve been everywhere
But not to Chuya highway
Heaven and hell
But not to Chuya highway