Next Time on the Highway Songtext
von Bob Dylan

First time on the highway I was six years old
She saw me empty, she was lined up with gold
Next time on the higway was told with desire
Third time on the highway she got failing and fire

Soon then on the highway but don′t set me free
Next time on the highway gonna be the death of me


Well third time on the highway it was 19 and 10
They was treating the women just like they was treating the men
Next time on the highway it was 19 and 12
Treating your brother just like you treat yourself
Third time on the highway it don't matter to me

Next time on the highway gonna be the death of me

Yeah, it′s testing to Richard to play that
Yeah, oh Richard, he just
He needs to get out of that shit place
Yeah, he's a commie, that fuckin' piss outta that

Well the next first time on the blanket I was smoking my cigarette
Well you don′t