Released on May 27, 1963

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[Verse 1]

Well, I'm walking down the highway

With my suitcase in my hand

Yes, I'm walking down the highway

With my suitcase in my hand

Lord, I really miss my baby

She's in some foreign land


[Verse 2]

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


[Verse 3]

Well, I've been gambling so long

Lord, I ain't got much more to lose

Yes, I've been gambling so long

Lord, I ain't a-got much more to lose

Right now I'm having trouble

Please don't take away my highway shoes


[Verse 4]

Well, I'm bound to get lucky, baby

Or I'm bound to die trying

Yes, I'm a-bound to get lucky, baby

Lord, Lord, I'm a-bound to die trying

Well, meet me in the middle of the ocean

And we'll leave this old highway behind


[Verse 5]

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


[Verse 6]

So, I'm a-walking down your highway

Just as far as my poor eyes can see

Yes, I'm a-walking down your highway

Just as far as my eyes can see

From the Golden Gate Bridge

All the way to the Statue of Liberty