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verse 1 
           C 
Travelin' now on the low highway, three thousand miles to the Frisco Bay 

Across the rivers wild and the lonesome plains 

Up the coast and down and back again 

      Am                                   
I saw empty houses on a dead end street     
                                        C  
People linin' up for something to eat      
         Am                               
And the ghost of America watching me      
  
Through the broken windows of the factories 
        F                  C             Am                C 
Pickin' bones of a better day as I roll down the low highway 


Interlude   (C) 

verse 2 
           C 
Travelin' now on the low highway by the yellow moon and the light of day 

Snow white crown of the mountain tall 

To the valley down where the shadows fall 

      Am                                                             
Met a man with a rifle in his hand  
                                           C 
Been away to battle in a distant land 
  Am 
Taught him to hate taught him to kill 
  
Now he's out on the road with a hole to fill 
         F                 C                      
Nobody knows the price he paid  
                  Am                   C   G/B 
So he's taken his toll on the low highway 


Interlude   Am   (2x) 

            C  C G/B Am     C          

verse 3 

           C 
Travelin' now on the low highway, windows down, listenin' 

Wheels turnin' round on the asphalt sayin' 

Every sound is a prophecy 

           Am 
Heard an old man grumble and a young girl cry 
                                               C 
Brick wall crumble, white dove fly 
     Am 
The call for justice and the cry for peace 
  
And the voice of reason and the roar of the beast 
           F                   C                  Am               C 
And every mile was a prayer I prayed as I rolled down the low highway