Текст песни: The Low Highway + перевод

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

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