The Low Highway
Lyrics Steve Earle

Written by: Steve Earle

Produced by: Steve Earle, Ray Kennedy

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Travelin' out 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 dead end streets
People linin' up for somethin' to eat
And the ghost of America watchin' me
Through the broken windows of the factories
Naked bones of a better day
As I rolled down the low highway

Travelin' out on the low highway
By the yellow moon and the light of day
From the snow white crown on 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 how to hate and 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' out on the low highway
Windows down and listening
Wheels turnin' 'round on the asphalt sing
And every sound is a prophecy
Heard an old man grumble, a young girl cry
A brick wall crumble and the white dove fly
And a cry for justice and a call for peace
The voice of reason and the roar of the beast
And every mile was a prayer I prayed
As I rolled down the low highway

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