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
Down The Highway acordes
de Bob Dylan
