Tono: C
Introducción:
C
Travelin' now on the low highway, three thousand miles to the Frisco Bay
Across the rivers wild and the lonesome plains
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)
C
Travelin' now on the low highway by the yellow moon and the light of day
Snow white crown of the mountain tall
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
C G/B Am C
verse 3
C
Travelin' now on the low highway, windows down, listenin'
Wheels turnin' round on the asphalt sayin'
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