Down The Highway - George Thorogood

Well, Im walkin down the highway

With my suitcase in my hand.

Yes, Im walkin down the highway

With my suitcase in my hand.

Lord, I really miss my baby,

Shes in some far-off land.

Well, your streets are gettin empty,

Lord, your highways gettin filled.

And your streets are gettin empty

And your highways gettin filled.

Well, the way I love that woman,

I swear its bound to get me killed.

Well, I been gamblin so long,

Lord, I aint got much more to lose.

Yes, I been gamblin so long,

Lord, I aint got much more to lose.

Right now Im havin trouble,

Please dont take away my highway shoes.

Well, Im bound to get lucky, baby,

Or Im bound to die tryin.

Yes, Im a-bound to get lucky, baby,

Lord, lord Im a-bound to die tryin.

Well, meet me in the middle of the ocean

And well 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, Im a-walkin down your highway

Just as far as my poor eyes can see.

Yes, Im a-walkin down your highway

Just as far as my eyes can see.

From the golden gate bridge

All the way to the statue of liberty.