Down The Highway

Bob Dylan

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    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-off 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

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    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

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    Composición: Bob Dylan

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