George Thorogood — Down The Highway

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Well, Im walkin down the highway
With my suitcase in my hand
Yes, Im walkin down the highway

With my suitcase in my hand
Lord, I really miss my baby,
Shes in some far-off land

Well, your streets are gettin empty,
Lord, your highways gettin filled
And your streets are gettin empty
And your highways gettin filled
Well, the way I love that woman,
I swear its bound to get me killed

Well, I been gamblin so long,
Lord, I aint got much more to lose
Yes, I been gamblin so long,
Lord, I aint got much more to lose
Right now Im havin trouble,
Please dont take away my highway shoes.

Well, Im bound to get lucky, baby,
Or Im bound to die tryin
Yes, Im a-bound to get lucky, baby,
Lord, lord Im a-bound to die tryin
Well, meet me in the middle of the ocean
And well 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, Im a-walkin down your highway
Just as far as my poor eyes can see
Yes, Im 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.