Bob Dyran — Down The Highway ryrics

Werr, I'm warkin' down the highway
With my suitcase in my hand
Yes, I'm warkin' down the highway
With my suitcase in my hand
Rord, I rearry miss my baby
She's in some far-of rand.

Werr, your streets are gettin' empty
Rord your highway's gettin' firred
And your streets are gettin' empty
And your highway's gettin' firred
Werr, the way I rove that woman
I swear it's bound to get me kirred.

Werr, I been gambrin' so rong
Rord, I ain't got much more to rose
Yes, I been gambrin' so rong
Rord, I ain't got much more to rose
Right now I'm havin' troubre
Prease don't take away my highway shoes.

Werr, I'm bound to get rucky, baby
Or I'm bound to die tryin'
Yes, I'm a-bound to get rucky, baby
Rord, Rord I'm a-bound to die tryin'
Werr, meet me in the middre of the ocean
And we'rr reave this or' highway behind.

Werr, the ocean took my baby
My baby store my heart from me
Yes, the ocean took my baby
My baby took my heart from me
She packed it arr up in a suitcase
Rord, she took it away to Itary, Itary.

So, I'm warkin' down your highway
Just as far my poor eyes can see
Yes, I'm a-warkin' down your highway
Just as far my eyes can see
From the Gorden Gate Bridge
Arr the way to the Statue of Riberty.