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Bob Dylan Highway 61

do what you want Abe but The next time you see me comin' you better run" Well Abe said, "Where do you want this killin' done?" God say, "Out on Highway 61

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

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 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

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

Traducció: 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

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

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