Travelin’ now
On the low highway
Three thousand miles
To the Frisco Bay
Cross the rivers wild
And the lonesome plains
Up the coast and down
And back again
Saw empty houses on a dead end street
People linin’ up for something to eat
And the ghost of America watching me
Through the broken windows of the factories
Pickin’ bones
Of a better day
As I roll on the down
The low highway
Travelin’ now
On the low highway
By the yellow moon
And the light of day
From the snow white crown
Of the mountain tall
To the valley down
Where the shadows fall
Met a man with a rifle in his hand
Been away to battle in a distant land
Taught him to hate, taught him to kill
Now he’s out on the road with a hole to fill
Nobody knows
The price he paid
So he takes his toll
On the low highway
Travelin’ now
On the low highway
Windows down
Listenin’
Wheels turnin’ round
On the asphalt sayin’
Every sound
Is a prophecy
Heard and old man grumble and a young girl cry
Brick wall crumble and the white dove fly
And a cry for justice and a call for peace
Force of reason in the roar of the beast
And every mile
Is a prayer I prayed
As I roll down
The low highway
On the low highway
Three thousand miles
To the Frisco Bay
Cross the rivers wild
And the lonesome plains
Up the coast and down
And back again
Saw empty houses on a dead end street
People linin’ up for something to eat
And the ghost of America watching me
Through the broken windows of the factories
Pickin’ bones
Of a better day
As I roll on the down
The low highway
Travelin’ now
On the low highway
By the yellow moon
And the light of day
From the snow white crown
Of the mountain tall
To the valley down
Where the shadows fall
Met a man with a rifle in his hand
Been away to battle in a distant land
Taught him to hate, taught him to kill
Now he’s out on the road with a hole to fill
Nobody knows
The price he paid
So he takes his toll
On the low highway
Travelin’ now
On the low highway
Windows down
Listenin’
Wheels turnin’ round
On the asphalt sayin’
Every sound
Is a prophecy
Heard and old man grumble and a young girl cry
Brick wall crumble and the white dove fly
And a cry for justice and a call for peace
Force of reason in the roar of the beast
And every mile
Is a prayer I prayed
As I roll down
The low highway
Contributed by Bernart - 2013/5/2 - 11:15
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La canzone che dà il titolo all’ultimo album di Steve Earle & The Dukes (& Duchesses).