The Low Highway

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Verse 1
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Travelin' now on the low highway, 
three thousand miles to the Frisco 
Bay

Across the rivers wild and the 
lonesome plains

Up the coast and down and back again
                                    
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People linin' up for something to 
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And the ghost of America watching 
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Through the broken windows of the 
factories
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Pickin' bones of a better day as I
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 roll down the low highway


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Verse 2
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Travelin' now on the low highway by 
the yellow moon and the light of day

Snow white crown of the mountain 
tall

To the valley down where the shadows
 fall

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Met a man with a rifle in his hand
Been away to battle in a distant 
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land
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Taught him to hate taught him to 
kill

Now he's out on the road with a hole
 to fill
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Nobody knows the price he paid
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So he's taken his toll on the low 
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highway


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Verse 3
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Travelin' now on the low highway, 
windows down, listenin'

Wheels turnin' round on the asphalt 
sayin'

Every sound is a prophecy

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Heard an old man grumble and a young
 girl cry
Brick wall crumble, white dove fly
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The call for justice and the cry for
 peace

And the voice of reason and the roar
 of the beast
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And every mile was a prayer I 
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prayed as I rolled down the low 
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highway