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.