Steve Earle - The Low Highway lyrics

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 sponsored links 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 k** 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