Bob Dylan
Next Time on the Highway
[Verse 1]
First time on the highway I was six years old
She saw me empty she was lined up with gold
Next time on the highway 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
[Instrumental solo]
[Verse 2]
Well third time on the highway, it was 1910
They was treating the women just like they was treating the men
Next time on the highway, it was 1912
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
[Instrumental solo]
[Verse 3]
Well the next first time on the blanket I was smoking my cigarette
Next you know-