Lyrics: Bob Dylan, Robert Hunter
Music: Bob Dylan

Well, you're comin' down High Street, walking in the sun
You make a dead man rise and holler, she's the one
Baby, I am the king and you're the queen

Well itís a long old highway that donít ever end
I got a Saturday night special, Iím back again
Iíll sleep by your door, lay my life on the line
You probably donít know but Iím gonna make you mine
Baby, I am the King and you is the Queen

I keep my hands in my pocket, Iím moviní along
People think they know, but theyíre all wrong
You're something nice, Iím gonna grab my dice
I canít say I ever paid the price
Baby, I am the King and you are the Queen

Well I found out the hard way, Iíve had my fill
Can't fight somebody with his back to a hill
Those big brown eyes, they set off a spark
If you hold me in your arms, things donít look so dark
Baby, I am the King and you're the Queen
     Date Album Recorded By
     2009 Together Through Life Bob Dylan


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