Down The Highway Bob Dylan
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Intro
1. Zwrotka
With my suitcase in my hand
Yes, I’m
With my
Lord, I
She’s in some
2. Zwrotka
Well, your
Lord, your highway’s getting filled
And your
And your highway’s getting filled
Well,
I swear it’s bound to get me killed
3. Zwrotka
Well, I've
Lord, I ain't got much more to lose
Yes, I've
Lord, I ain't a-got much more to lose
Right now
Please don’t take away my highway shoes
4. Zwrotka
Well, I’m
Or I’m bound to die trying
Yes, I’m
Lord, Lord, I’m a-bound to die trying
Well, meet me
And we’ll leave this old highway behind
5. Zwrotka
Well, the
My baby stole my heart from me
Yes, the
My baby took my heart from me
She packed it all up in a
Lord, she took it away to Italy,
6. Zwrotka
So, I’m a-walking down your highway
Just as far as my poor eyes can see
Yes, I’m a
Just as far as my eyes can see
From the Gold
All the way to the Statue of Liberty
D71. Zwrotka
DWell, I’m walking down the D7highwayWith my suitcase in my hand
D Yes, I’m
Gwalking down the highwayWith my
D7suitcase in my handD Lord, I
Areally miss my babyShe’s in some
D7foreign landD 2. Zwrotka
Well, your
Gstreets are getting emptyLord, your highway’s getting filled
D7 D And your
Gstreets are getting emptyAnd your highway’s getting filled
D7 D Well,
Athe way I love that womanI swear it’s bound to get me killed
D7 D 3. Zwrotka
Well, I've
Gbeen gambling so longLord, I ain't got much more to lose
D7 D Yes, I've
Gbeen gambling so longLord, I ain't a-got much more to lose
D7 D Right now
AI’m having troublePlease don’t take away my highway shoes
D7 D 4. Zwrotka
Well, I’m
Gbound to get lucky, babyOr I’m bound to die trying
D7 D Yes, I’m
Ga-bound to get lucky, babyLord, Lord, I’m a-bound to die trying
D7 D Well, meet me
Ain the middle of the oceanAnd we’ll leave this old highway behind
D7 D 5. Zwrotka
Well, the
Gocean took my babyMy baby stole my heart from me
D7 D Yes, the
Gocean took my babyMy baby took my heart from me
D7 D She packed it all up in a
AsuitcaseLord, she took it away to Italy,
D7ItaDly6. Zwrotka
GSo, I’m a-walking down your highway
Just as far as my poor eyes can see
D7 D Yes, I’m a
G-walking down your highwayJust as far as my eyes can see
D7 D From the Gold
Aen Gate BridgeAll the way to the Statue of Liberty
D7 D 
