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Thursday, October 13th, 2005
No direction home
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev’rything’s been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The more you hear Highway 61 Revisited the more it resonates with the feeling of angst and doom anyone born in 1951 feels today. The road from Hibbing to [...]
