Travelin' now on the low highway, three thousand miles to the Frisco Bay
Across the rivers wild and the lonesome plains
I 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 down the low highway
Interlude (C)
Travelin' now on the low highway by the yellow moon and the light of day
Snow white crown of the mountain tall
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's taken his toll on the low highway
verse 3
Travelin' now on the low highway, windows down, listenin'
Wheels turnin' round on the asphalt sayin'
Heard an old man grumble and a young girl cry
Brick wall crumble, white dove fly
The call for justice and the cry for peace
And 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