Highway 61
Bruce Lomet, Dan Cudahy
You drove out early, driving westward from the sun
A thousand miles baby, down on Highway 61
That's where you signed it - traded in your mortal soul
A generation later, they pronounce it rock and roll
Outside of Greenwood, there's a fork that numbers three
One way to Graceland baby, and two ways to Tennessee
Kind hearted woman won't you take me for a ride
You can live a lifetime baby, and still not be satisfied
Oh I swear, never seen her face
Oh nightmares, whisky sour taste
Oh out there, gotta pay them dues
Oh despair, baby's got them blues
