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The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan session 3, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 9.jul.1962
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 foreign land.
Well your streets are gettin' empty, lord your highway's gettin' filled
An' your streets are gettin' empty an' 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 loose
Yes i been gamblin' so long, lord, i ain't got much more to loose
Right now i'm havin' trouble, please don't take away my highway shoes.
Well i'm bound to get to love you babe or i'm bound to die tryin'
Yes i'm bound to get to love you babe, lord,lord, i'm bound to die tryin'
Well meet me in the middle of the ocean an' 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 her suitcase, lord, she took it away to Italy, Italy.
So i'm walkin' down your highway just as far as my poor eyes can see
Yes i'm 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.
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THE FREEWHEELIN' BOB DYLAN