| Lord, that 61 Highway is the longest road I know
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| Lord, that 61 Highway may be the longest road I know
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| She run from New York City, down the Gulf of Mexico
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| Lord, it’s some poor sand down, Greyhound buses don’t run
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| Lord, it’s some poor sand down, Greyhound buses don’t run
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| Just go to work with me baby, look down Highway 61
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| I said, «Please, please see somebody for me»
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| I said, «Please, please see somebody for me»
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| If you see my baby, tell her she’s alright with me
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| I’m gonna buy me a pony can, pay for fox-trot and run
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| I’m gonna buy me a pony can, pay for fox-trot and run
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| Lord, when you see me comin', pretty Mama, I’ll be on Highway 61
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| I started school one Monday mornin', Lord, I throwed my books away
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| I started school one Monday mornin', baby, I throwed my books away
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| I wrote a note to my teacher, Lord, I’m gonna try 61 today
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| Lord, if I have to die, baby, fo' you think my time have come
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| Lord, if I have to die, baby now, fo' you think my time have come
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| I want you to bury my body, out on Highway 61 |
| Lord, it’s amazin', baby, Lord, don’t want you to have no fun
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| It’s amazin', baby, don’t want you to have no fun
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| Just come down to my little cabin, out on Highway 61 |