Down The Highway

D7 D D7 Well, I’m walking down the highway D With my suitcase in my hand G Yes, I’m walking down the highway D7 D With my suitcase in my hand A Lord, I really miss my baby D7 D She’s in some foreign land G Well, your streets are getting empty D7 D Lord, your highway’s getting filled G And your streets are getting empty D7 D And your highway’s getting filled A Well, the way I love that woman D7 D I swear it’s bound to get me killed G Well, I've been gambling so long D7 D Lord, I ain't got much more to lose G Yes, I've been gambling so long D7 D Lord, I ain't a-got much more to lose A Right now I’m having trouble D7 D Please don’t take away my highway shoes G Well, I’m bound to get lucky, baby D7 D Or I’m bound to die trying G Yes, I’m a-bound to get lucky, baby D7 D Lord, Lord, I’m a-bound to die trying A Well, meet me in the middle of the ocean D7 D And we’ll leave this old highway behind G Well, the ocean took my baby D7 D My baby stole my heart from me G Yes, the ocean took my baby D7 D My baby took my heart from me A She packed it all up in a suitcase D7 D Lord, she took it away to Italy, Italy G So, I’m a-walking down your highway D7 D Just as far as my poor eyes can see G Yes, I’m a-walking down your highway D7 D Just as far as my eyes can see A From the Golden Gate Bridge D7 D All the way to the Statue of Liberty