Highway - Paul McCartney

Running through the night time baby, looking like a wreck

Got too many highlights with a lovelight on her neck

Lookin' for some paydirt that’ll maybe come around

Everybody wonderin' what’s that sound?

Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya

Move me

Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya

Always

Standing in the doorway of a little black shop

Lifting off the penknife and a-ringin' up the cops

Running down the street, everybody sees

What she’s got is what she needs and

What she loves is me

Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya.

Baby

Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya.

Play dead

Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya.

Who’s making you follow

Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya.

Lose me in the hollow

Lose me tomorrow, every night and every hour

Take me higher every day, move me baby, move me

Everybody wonders why you’re lookin' such a wreck

Down the

Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya.

Liftin' up your penknife

Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya.

Lookin' for some paydirt

Everybody wonders why you didn’t mind the store

They don’t know what you’re sellin'

No

Somebody can move me, oh I feel it shakin'

Words are gettin' higher, everybody fire

Oh the sun is risin' again

Hey now baby, what you doin', I’ll be coming

Never mind the highway, I’ll be runnin'

Runnin'

Runnin'