walkin' down the highway D7 With my suitcase in my hand. Lord, I really miss my baby, She's in some far-off 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, (xguitar.com)