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Down the Highway Lyrics Artist(Band):Bob Dylan
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 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 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. If you find some error in Down the Highway Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Down the Highway The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Bob Dylan" Music | | ||||||||||||
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