I’ve known all along now, that I’ll never fit in, to backyard get-togethers and their carny canteen. I’m loved by my brothers, I’m hated by some others, critizised for everything I do or don’t do. The highway’s my home with my brothers all alone. There ain’t no place that I’d rather be. But one thing’s for certain before they pull the final curtain. I’m gonna make ‘em all believers, if it’s the last thing I do. I’m an angel of the highway. I’ll do nothin’ if I can’t do it my way. I’m an angel living for today. I’ll be livin’ fast ‘till the day that I die.

(“Angel Of The Highway”, Johnny Paycheck)