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Down the Highway lyrics
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-of 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 a-bound to get lucky, baby
Lord, Lord I'm a-bound 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 walkin' down your highway
Just as far my poor eyes can see
Yes, I'm a-walkin' down your highway
Just as far my eyes can see
From the Golden Gate Bridge
All the way to the Statue of Liberty
Part of these releases
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- Track 4 on The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan
- 3 Masters of War
- 5 Bob Dylan's Blues
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- Track 4 on The Original Mono Recordings Disc 2
- 3 Masters of War
- 5 Bob Dylan's Blues
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- Track 4 on The Bob Dylan 60's Collection Disc 3
- 3 Masters of War
- 5 Bob Dylan's Blues
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