歌手:Bob Dylan
专辑:《Good Old Times》

Well I'm walkin' down the highway
With my suitcase in my hand
Yes I'm walkin' down the highway
With my suitcase in my hand

Lord I really miss my baby
She's in some far-of land

Well Your streets are gettin' empty
Lord Your highway's gettin' filled

And Your streets are gettin' empty
And Your highway's gettin' filled

Well the way I love that woman
I swear it's bound to get me killed

Well I been gamblin' so long
Lord I ain't got much more to lose

Yes I been gamblin' so long
Lord I ain't got much more to lose

Right now I'm havin' trouble
Please don't take away my highway shoes

Well I'm bound to get lucky baby
Or I'm bound to die tryin'

Yes I'm a-bound to get lucky baby
Lord Lord I'm a-bound to die tryin'

Well meet me in the middle of the ocean
And we'll leave this ol' highway behind

Well the ocean took my baby
My baby stole my heart from me
Yes the ocean took my baby
My baby took my heart from me
She packed it all up in a suitcase
Lord she took it away to Italy Italy
So I'm walkin' down your highway
Just as far my poor eyes can see
Yes I'm a-walkin' down your highway
Just as far my eyes can see

From the Golden Gate Bridge
All the way to the Statue of Liberty