US highway, from north to south It's history breathing Get out from under the gun Drive down Highway 61 Hannibal's son saw the gold rush Saw the civil war done Then settled down south On Highway 61 There's no reason to feel downhearted There's music in the wheels, there to be found Goodnight Irene in the prison walls Killed a man, lived to sing about it all Stella 12 on Highway 61 The immigrant son, left the mining town Electrified, traditional And had it out on Highway 61 There's no reason to feel downhearted There's music in the wheels, there to be found