Well, I know that highway like I know my hand.
Yes, I know that highway like I know the back of my hand.
Running from up Wisconsin way
down to no man's land.

Well, if I should die 'fore my time should come,
and if I should die 'fore my time should come,
won't you bury my body
out on Highway 51?

Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door.
I said, Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door.
But won't get the girl I'm loving.
Won't go down Highway 51 no more.