Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Down The Highway
BOB DYLAN - Down The Highway слова песни
Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Down The Highway
Well, I'm walkin' down the highwayWith my suitcase in my handYes, I'm walkin' down the highwayWith my suitcase in my handLord, I really miss my babyShe's in some far-of land.( )Well, your streets are gettin' emptyLord your highway's gettin' filledAnd your streets are gettin' emptyAnd your highway's gettin' filledWell, the way I love that womanI swear it's bound to get me killed.Well, I been gamblin' so longLord, I ain't got much more to loseYes, I been gamblin' so longLord, I ain't got much more to loseRight now I'm havin' troublePlease don't take away my highway shoes.Well, I'm bound to get lucky, babyOr I'm bound to die tryin'Yes, I'm a-bound to get lucky, babyLord, Lord I'm a-bound to die tryin'Well, meet me in the middle of the oceanAnd we'll leave this ol' highway behind.Well, the ocean took my babyMy baby stole my heart from meYes, the ocean took my babyMy baby took my heart from meShe packed it all up in a suitcaseLord, she took it away to Italy, Italy.So, I'm walkin' down your highwayJust as far my poor eyes can seeYes, I'm a-walkin' down your highwayJust as far my eyes can seeFrom the Golden Gate BridgeAll the way to the Statue of Liberty.