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| Bob Dylan Highway 61 Revisited From a Buick 6 I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kids but my soulful mama you know she keeps me hid She's a junkyard angel and she always gives me bread Well if I go down diein' you know she'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 water's edge And then she comes down the thruway ready to sew me up with a thread Well if I go down diein' you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed Well she don't make me nervous, she don't talk too much She walks like Bo Diddley and she don't need no crutch She keeps this four-ten all loaded with lead Well if I go down dyin' you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed Well you know I need a steam-shovel mama to keep away the dead I need a dump truck baby to unload my head She brings me everything and more and just like I said Well if I go down dyin' you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed |
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