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Highway 51, runs right by my babyʼs door.
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Highway 51, runs right by my babyʼs door.
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If I donʼt get the gal Iʼm lovinʼ, wonʼt go down highway 51 no more.
Well I know that highway, like I know my hand.
Well I know that highway, like I know my hand.
Runninʼ from up Wisconsin way, down to no manʼs land.
Well if I should die, ʼfore my time should come.
Well if I should die, ʼfore my time should come.
Wonʼt you bury my body, out on highway 51.
Highway 51, runs right by my babyʼs door.
Highway 51, runs right by my babyʼs door.
If I donʼt get the gal Iʼm lovinʼ, wonʼt go down highway 51 no more.