Highway 61 pt. III by Bon Jovi Family Singers

Woke up this morning, a can of blues beside my bed Woke up this morning, an empty can of blues beside my bed I got no way to New Orleans and I got no pills for my aching head I got no woman, you know my baby's forsaken me I got no woman, ain't no whore gonna pity me My baby took all my money and took a bus to Memphis, Tennessee It's a dark and lonely highway with just a suitcase and a gun It's a dark and lonely highway, down on highway 61 I went to the preacher but he don't work there anymore So I went to the devil but he's a republican, don't you know Now I'm trying to get to St. Louis with a sheriff and taxman at my door I got no whiskey, I ain't got no gasoline And I got no cigarettes, ain't no substance to my dream But I'm gonna get to Duluth and I'll be on the cover of a gossip magazine