Highway 51 Blues - Bob Dylan

Highway 51 runs right by my baby’s door

Highway 51 runs right by my baby’s door

If I don’t get the girl I’m loving

Won’t go down to Highway 51 no more

Well, I know that highway like I know my hand

Yes, I know that highway like I know the back of my hand

Running from up Wisconsin way down to no man’s land

Well, if I should die before my time should come

And if I should die before my time should come

Won’t you bury my body out on the Highway 51