Down the Highway

(Rolling)

Well, I'm walkin' down the highway
With my suitcase in my hand
Yeah, I'm walkin' down the highway
With my suitcase in my hand
Lord, I miss my baby
She's in some faraway land

Well, your streets are gettin' empty
Your highway's gettin' filled
Your streets are gettin' empty
Your highway's gettin' filled
Well, the way I love that woman
I swear it's gonna get me killed

Well, I been gamblin' so long
Lord, I ain't got much more to lose
Yes, I been gamblin' so long
Lord, I ain't got much more to lose
Right now I'm havin' trouble
Please don't take away my highway shoes

Well, I'm bound to get lucky, baby
Or I'm bound to die tryin'
Yeah, I'm bound to get lucky, baby
Lord, I'm bound to die tryin'
Well, meet me at the ocean
And we'll leave this ol' highway behind

I'm walkin' down your highway
Just as far my poor eyes can see
Yeah, I'm walkin' down your highway
Just as far my eyes can see
All the way from the Golden Gate Bridge
All the way to the Statue of Liberty

Well, I'm walkin' down the highway
With my suitcase in my hand
Yeah, I'm walkin' down the highway
With my suitcase in my hand
Lord, I really miss my baby
Ooh, she's in some faraway land

Yeah, I miss my baby
She's in some faraway land



Credits
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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