Lyrics Highway Song - Nancy Sinatra
                                                Right 
                                                about 
                                                now, 
                                                you'll 
                                                find 
                                                me 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                highway
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pointin' 
                                                my 
                                                thumb 
                                                at 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                cars 
                                                going 
                                                my 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Round 
                                                about 
                                                here, 
                                                you'll 
                                                see 
                                                me 
                                                gettin' 
                                                rid 
                                                of 
                                                weary
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                got 
                                                no 
                                                one 
                                                left 
                                                to 
                                                keep 
                                                me 
                                                warm 
                                                and 
                                                cheery
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                the 
                                                thought 
                                                of 
                                                comin' 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keeps 
                                                me 
                                                goin' 
                                                strong
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keeps 
                                                me 
                                                holding 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                Singin', 
                                                "la-la-la, 
                                                la-dee-da"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Singin', 
                                                "la-la-la, 
                                                la-dee-da"
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                boys 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                city
 
                                    
                                
                                                Were 
                                                cold, 
                                                hard 
                                                and 
                                                pretty
 
                                    
                                
                                                Singin', 
                                                "la-la-la, 
                                                la-dee-da"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Right 
                                                about 
                                                now, 
                                                    I 
                                                taste 
                                                that 
                                                old 
                                                home 
                                                cookin' 
                                                (home 
                                                cookin')
 
                                    
                                
                                                Smackin' 
                                                my 
                                                lips, 
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                it, 
                                                not 
                                                even 
                                                lookin' 
                                                (oh, 
                                                not 
                                                looking)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Right 
                                                about 
                                                here, 
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                my 
                                                baby 
                                                laughin' 
                                                (my 
                                                baby 
                                                laughin')
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'm 
                                                losing 
                                                my 
                                                mind, 
                                                havin' 
                                                the 
                                                thoughts 
                                                I'm 
                                                havin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                the 
                                                thought 
                                                of 
                                                comin' 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keeps 
                                                me 
                                                goin' 
                                                strong
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keeps 
                                                me 
                                                holding 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                Singin', 
                                                "la-la-la, 
                                                la-dee-da"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Singin', 
                                                "la-la-la, 
                                                la-dee-da"
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                boys 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                city
 
                                    
                                
                                                Were 
                                                cold, 
                                                hard 
                                                and 
                                                pretty
 
                                    
                                
                                                Singin', 
                                                "la-la-la, 
                                                la-dee-da"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Right 
                                                about 
                                                here 
                                                    a 
                                                stranger 
                                                waves
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                with 
                                                me 
                                                (waves, 
                                                come 
                                                with 
                                                me)
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                run 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                rabbit
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can't 
                                                tell 
                                                him 
                                                miss 
                                                me 
                                                (tell 
                                                me, 
                                                you 
                                                miss 
                                                me)
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                stranger 
                                                asks 
                                                me 
                                                where's 
                                                my 
                                                destination 
                                                (destination)
 
                                    
                                
                                                So, 
                                                    I 
                                                tell 
                                                him 
                                                and 
                                                he 
                                                says, 
                                                "Sorry, 
                                                wrong 
                                                direction"
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                the 
                                                thought 
                                                of 
                                                comin' 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keeps 
                                                me 
                                                goin' 
                                                strong
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it 
                                                keeps 
                                                me 
                                                moving 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                Singin', 
                                                "la-la-la, 
                                                la-dee-da"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Singin', 
                                                "la-la-la, 
                                                la-dee-da"
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                boys 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                city
 
                                    
                                
                                                Were 
                                                cold, 
                                                hard 
                                                and 
                                                pretty
 
                                    
                                
                                                Singin', 
                                                "la-la-la, 
                                                la-dee-da"
 
                                    
                                
                                                C'mon 
                                                and 
                                                sing 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                La-la-la, 
                                                la-dee-da
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sing 
                                                out 
                                                for 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                La-la-la, 
                                                la-dee-da
 
                                    
                                
                                                La-la-la, 
                                                la-dee-da
 
                                    
                                
                                                La-la-la, 
                                                la-dee-da
 
                                    
                                
                                                La-la-la, 
                                                la-dee-da
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 It's Such A Pretty World Today
2 Get While The Gettin's Good
3 Walk Through This World With Me
4 Jackson
5 When It's Over
6 Lay Some Happiness On Me
7 Lonely Again
8 By The Way (I Still Love You)
9 Oh Lonesome Me
10 End Of The World
11 Help Stamp Out Loneliness
12 Highway Song
13 Hello LA, Bye-Bye Birmingham
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