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.