Down the Highway

Down the Highway - Bob Dylan

Well I'm walkin' down the highway

With my suitcase in my hand

Yes I'm walkin' down the highway

With my suitcase in my hand

Lord I really miss my baby

She's in some far off land

Well your streets are gettin' empty

Lord your highway's gettin' filled

And your streets are gettin' empty

And your highway's gettin' filled

Well the way I love that woman

I swear it's bound to 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'

Yes I'm abound to get lucky baby

Lord Lord I'm abound to die tryin'

Well meet me in the middle of the ocean

And we'll leave this ol' highway behind

Well the ocean took my baby

My baby stole my heart from me

Yes the ocean took my baby

My baby took my heart from me

She packed it all up in a suitcase

Lord she took it away to Italy Italy

So I'm a walkin' down your highway

Just as far as my poor eyes can see

Yes I'm a walkin' down your highway

Just as far as my eyes can see

From the Golden Gate Bridge

All the way to the Statue of Liberty