| Well, Im walkin down the highway
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| With my suitcase in my hand.
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| Yes, Im walkin down the highway
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| With my suitcase in my hand.
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| Lord, I really miss my baby,
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| Shes in some far-off land.
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| Well, your streets are gettin empty,
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| Lord, your highways gettin filled.
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| And your streets are gettin empty
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| And your highways gettin filled.
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| Well, the way I love that woman,
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| I swear its bound to get me killed.
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| Well, I been gamblin so long,
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| Lord, I aint got much more to lose.
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| Yes, I been gamblin so long,
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| Lord, I aint got much more to lose.
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| Right now Im havin trouble,
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| Please dont take away my highway shoes.
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| Well, Im bound to get lucky, baby,
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| Or Im bound to die tryin.
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| Yes, Im a-bound to get lucky, baby,
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| Lord, lord Im a-bound to die tryin.
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| Well, meet me in the middle of the ocean
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| And well leave this ol highway behind.
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| Well, the ocean took my baby,
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| My baby stole my heart from me.
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| Yes, the ocean took my baby,
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| My baby took my heart from me.
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| She packed it all up in a suitcase,
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| Lord, she took it away to italy, italy.
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| So, Im a-walkin down your highway
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| Just as far as my poor eyes can see.
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| Yes, Im a-walkin down your highway
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| Just as far as my eyes can see.
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| From the golden gate bridge
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| All the way to the statue of liberty. |