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Well, I'm walkin' down the highway
With my suitcase in my hand |
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Yes, I'm walkin' down the highway
With my suitcase in my hand |
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Lord, I really miss my baby
She's in some far-of land. |
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Well, your streets are gettin' empty
Lord your highway's gettin' filled |
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And your streets are gettin' empty
And your highway's gettin' filled |
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Well, the way I love that woman
I swear it's bound to get me killed. |
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Well, I been gamblin' so long
Lord, I ain't got much more to lose |
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Yes, I been gamblin' so long
Lord, I ain't got much more to lose |
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Right now I'm havin' trouble
Please don't take away my highway shoes. |
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Well, I'm bound to get lucky, baby
Or I'm bound to die tryin' |
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Yes, I'm a-bound to get lucky, baby
Lord, Lord I'm a-bound to die tryin' |
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Well, meet me in the middle of the ocean
And we'll leave this ol' highway behind. |
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Well, the ocean took my baby
My baby stole my heart from me |
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Yes, the ocean took my baby
My baby took my heart from me |
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She packed it all up in a suitcase
Lord, she took it away to Italy, Italy. |
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So, I'm walkin' down your highway
Just as far my poor eyes can see |
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Yes, I'm a-walkin' down your highway
Just as far my eyes can see |
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From the Golden Gate Bridge
All the way to the Statue of Liberty. |
| Close |
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Guitar rift with trill |
