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Travelin' nCow 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
I saw Amempty houses on a dead end street
People linin' up for something to eat C
And the gAmhost of America watching me
Through the broken windows of the factories
Pickin' Fbones of a better dCay as I roll dAmown the low highwaCy
Travelin' nCow 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
Met a Amman with a rifle in his hand
Been away to battle in a distant land C
TaAmught him to hate taught him to kill
Now he's out on the road with a hole to fill
Nobody knFows the price he pCaid
So he's taken his Amtoll on the low highwCay G/B
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Travelin' nCow on the low highway, windows down, listenin'
Wheels turnin' round on the asphalt sayin'
Every sound is a prophecy
Heard an olAmd man grumble and a young girl cry
Brick wall crumble, white dove fly C
The cAmall for justice and the cry for peace
And the voice of reason and the roar of the beast
And every mFile was a prayer I pCrayed as I rolled dAmown the low highwCay
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