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-of 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 walkin' down your highway Just as far my poor eyes can see Yes, I'm a-walkin' down your highway Just as far my eyes can see From the Golden Gate Bridge All the way to the Statue of Liberty.
