We played The Garden in New York City We rocked the house down in New Orleans We think about the ones we lost along the way As we're rolling down the road with Mr. Breeze I have seen a million faces All staring back at me And every night we hear them singing Alabama And I feel their spirits standing next to me Woah, they're still with us Woah, we're never alone Out here on '75, keepin' the dream alive Highway brothers and midnight riders We're the last of the street survivors From California to Carolina Overseas back to Tennessee Standing here on the stage, I wanna testify Thank God the music never went away Woah, they're still with us Woah, we're never alone Out here on '75, keepin' the dream alive Highway brothers and midnight riders We're the last of the street survivors ♪ Woah, they're still with us Woah, we're never alone Out here on '75, keepin' the dream alive Highway brothers and midnight riders Yeah, highway brothers and midnight riders We're all just street survivors Yeah, survivors