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Jim Croce Down The Highway

way, I'll go with you Movin' me down the highway Rollin' me down the highway Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by Movin' me down the highway Rollin' me down the highway

was a Mississippi Lady, my lovin' Gulfport gal She taught me how to love and she really loved me well She took me up to heaven then she brought me down

a broomstick on the throttle I got her opened up and head right down Nonstop back to Dallas Poppin' them West Coast turn-arounds And they call me Speedball Speedball Tucker Terror of the highways

of the men working on the chain gang All day long they work so hard till the sun is goin' down Working on the highways and byways and wearin', wearin

Well, out of Southern Illinois Come a down home country boy He gonna make it in the city Playin' guitar in the studio Oh well, he hadn't been there an