by Mississippi
Fred McDowell
recording of February 13 1964, at his house near Como,
Mississippi
from You
Gotta Move (Arhoolie 304),
copyright
notice
Lord, that 61 Highway is the longest road I know
Lord, that 61 Highway may be the longest road I know
She run from New York City, down the Gulf of Mexico
Lord, it's some poor sand down, Greyhound buses don't run
Lord, it's some poor sand down, Greyhound buses don't run
Just go to work with me baby, look down Highway 61
I said please, please see somebody for me
I said please, please see somebody for me
If you see my baby, tell her she's alright with me
I'm gonna buy me a pony can, pay for fox-trot and run1
I'm gonna buy me a pony can, pay for fox-trot and run
Lord, when you see me comin', pretty mama, I'll be on Highway 61
I started school one Monday mornin', Lord, I throwed my books
away
I started school one Monday mornin', baby, I throwed my books
away
I wrote a note to my teacher, Lord, I'm gonna try 61 today
Lord, if I have to die, baby, fo' you think my time have come
Lord, if I have to die, baby now, fo' you think my time have come
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
It's amazin', baby, don't want you to have no fun
Just come down to my little cabin, out on Highway 61
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Note 1: "pony can, pay for fox-trot and run", this part of the song
is hard to decipher, I'm open for suggestions here.
