From Miller (justmiller@mindspring.com) Down the Highway Words and music by Bob Dylan G7: 320031 Intro: G7 The Riff: (after every G7) | These little riffs | | are also heard in | G7 | many places. | ----11111111-----------------3\------|--6p3---------------| ----33333333-----------------3/------|--------------------| ----00000000-3p0-------------0\------|--------OR----------| -----------------3p0---------0/------|--------------------| ---------------------1-1-----2\------|--------------------| --3-----------------------3--3/------|------------6p3-----| Arpeggio G7 Well, I'm walkin' down the highway with my suitcase in my hand C7 G7 Yes, I'm a-walkin' down the highway with my suitcase in my hand D7 C7 G7 Lord, I really miss my baby, she's in some foreign land Well, your streets are getting empty, Lord, your highway's getting filled And your streets are getting empty, and your highway's getting filled Well, the way I love that woman, I swear it's bound to get me killed Well, I've been gamblin' so long, Lord, I ain't got much more to lose Yes I've been gamblin' so long, I ain't a-got much more to lose Right now i'm having troubles, pleas 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 bound to get lucky, Lord, I'm a-bound to die tryin' Well meet me in the middle of the ocean and we'll leave this old 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 Well, I'm a-walkin down your highway, just as far as my poor eyes can see Yes I'm 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