do what you want Abe, but The next time you see me comin' you better run" Well, Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done?" God says, "Out on Highway 61
You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say who is that man? You try so hard But you don't understand Just
And I ride on a mail train, baby, can't buy no thrill Yes, I've been up all night, baby, leanin' on the window sill Yeah, but if I die on top of the hill
The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course The city fathers they're trying to endorse The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse But the town has
They?re selling postcards of the hanging They?re painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes
When your mother sends back all your invitations And your father to your sister, he explains That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations Won
When you're lost in the rain in Juarez And it's Easter time too And your gravity fails And negativity don't pull you through Don't put on any airs When
's bound to put a blanket on my bed Well when the pipeline gets broken and I'm lost on the river bridge I'm all cracked up on the highway and in the
do what you want Abe, but The next time you see me comin' you better run" Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done?" God says, "Out on Highway 61
Oversættelse: Dylan, Bob. Highway 61 Revisited.
do what you want Abe, but The next time you see me comin' you better run" Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done ?" God says. "Out on Highway 61