On highways where the spirits roam,
Four legends walked, with hearts of stone.
Johnny, Willie, Waylon, Kris,
Bound by music, none could dismiss.

Through the dust and desert winds,
Their voices sang of mortal sins.
With every chord and every rhyme,
They etched their names in the sands of time.

Johnny's voice, deep as night,
Told tales of sorrow, love, and fight.
Willie's songs, a gentle touch,
A troubadour who cared so much.

Waylon's grit, a rebel's call,
A voice that stood against it all.
Kris's words, like poet's fire,
Igniting hearts, lifting higher.

Together, they were a force unmatched,
A brotherhood in life attached.
The Highwaymen, with strength and pride,
Rode the roads, side by side.

In their songs, we find our way,
Through the struggles of each day.
Their legacy, forever bright,
Guides us through the darkest night.