You drove out early driving westward from the sun A thousand miles baby, down on Highway 61 That's where you signed it - traded in your mortal soul A generation later, they pronounce it rock and roll Outside of Greenwood, there's a fork that numbers three One way to Graceland baby, and two ways to Tennessee Kind hearted woman won't you take me for a ride You can live a lifetime baby, and still not be satisfied Oh I swear, never seen her face Oh nightmares, whisky sour taste Oh out there, gotta pay them dues Oh despair, baby's got them blues