Lyrics 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
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
a-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
1 I Shall Be Free
2 Corrina, Corrina
3 Talkin' World War III Blues
4 Oxford Town
5 Bob Dylan's Dream
6 Bob Dylan's Blues
7 Down the Highway
8 A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
9 Masters of War
10 Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
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