Roy Harper - Highway Blues lyrics
[Roy Harper - Highway Blues lyrics]
Take a look down your highway
Tell me what d'you see
Well if you're down my way
It could well be me stood on your corner
I'm nearly down on one knee
Can you hear me calling for you
So damn easy to see and it can't be forever
And it won't be for long
So don't you think that it's better
We speak the same tongue
Out here in this weather
We must surely belong birds of a feather
Whatever the song: Please give me a lift man
It can't be for far
The way that you shift man in your empty car
I've got the highway blues
In my holy (holey, wholly) shoes
And I cannot choose what I look like
And I got here from yesterday
On porridge and bait swallowing sorrow
Following fate
Poaching tomorrow from God and the state
Of homo his shadow
The well known long haired straight
But I've got a good reason
For being this way i'm happy for certain
And hoping to stay travelling trust
Across the new day gathering dust
Down your highway please give me a lift man
It can't be for far
The way that you shift man in your empty car
I've got the highway blues in my holy shoes
And I cannot choose what I look like
Out on the streets or where my drum beats
In between the clean sheets of my love life
And I need little Margaret out here again
Screwing some traffic from the shaven insane
With thumbs like a dragnet
She pulls like a train
And she looks like a magnet
And she comes like a warm rain
Please give me a lift man, etc
Tell me what d'you see
Well if you're down my way
It could well be me stood on your corner
I'm nearly down on one knee
Can you hear me calling for you
So damn easy to see and it can't be forever
And it won't be for long
So don't you think that it's better
We speak the same tongue
Out here in this weather
We must surely belong birds of a feather
Whatever the song: Please give me a lift man
It can't be for far
The way that you shift man in your empty car
I've got the highway blues
In my holy (holey, wholly) shoes
And I cannot choose what I look like
And I got here from yesterday
On porridge and bait swallowing sorrow
Following fate
Poaching tomorrow from God and the state
Of homo his shadow
The well known long haired straight
But I've got a good reason
For being this way i'm happy for certain
And hoping to stay travelling trust
Across the new day gathering dust
Down your highway please give me a lift man
It can't be for far
The way that you shift man in your empty car
I've got the highway blues in my holy shoes
And I cannot choose what I look like
Out on the streets or where my drum beats
In between the clean sheets of my love life
And I need little Margaret out here again
Screwing some traffic from the shaven insane
With thumbs like a dragnet
She pulls like a train
And she looks like a magnet
And she comes like a warm rain
Please give me a lift man, etc