Bob Dylan - Down the highway

^DWell, I’m walking down the ^D7highway With my suitcase in my hand^D Yes, I’m ^Gwalking down the highway With my ^D7suitcase in my hand^D Lord, I ^Areally miss my baby She’s in some ^D7foreign land^D

Well, your ^Gstreets are getting empty Lord, your highway’s getting filled^{D7 D} And your ^Gstreets are getting empty And your highway’s getting filled^{D7 D} Well, ^Athe way I love that woman I swear it’s bound to get me killed^{D7 D}

Well, I've ^Gbeen gambling so long Lord, I ain't got much more to lose^{D7 D} Yes, I've ^Gbeen gambling so long Lord, I ain't a-got much more to lose^{D7 D} Right now ^AI’m having trouble Please don’t take away my highway shoes^{D7 D}

Well, I’m ^Gbound to get lucky, baby Or I’m bound to die trying^{D7 D} Yes, I’m ^Ga-bound to get lucky, baby Lord, Lord, I’m a-bound to die trying^{D7 D} Well, meet me ^Ain the middle of the ocean And we’ll leave this old highway behind^{D7 D}

Well, the ^Gocean took my baby My baby stole my heart from me^{D7 D} Yes, the ^Gocean took my baby My baby took my heart from me ^{D7 D} She packed it all up in a ^Asuitcase Lord, she took it away to Italy, ^D7Ita^Dly

So, I’m a-^Gwalking down your highway Just as far as my poor eyes can see^{D7 D} Yes, I’m a^G-walking down your highway Just as far as my eyes can see^{D7 D} From the Gold^Aen Gate Bridge All the way to the Statue of Liberty^{D7 D}