The 49 Crinkled Singles (on Highway 61)

[Intro] [Heavy slow stomps... Long, agonizing harmonica bend... Cracking vinyl noise] [Dirty Slide Guitar] [Dirty Slide Guitar] (Whisper): Midnight... Highway 61... Just me and my sins... Hahaha! [Verse 1 - The Loss] Borrowed a hundred from Joe... [Harp: Sour response] Rattled them bones in the alley... Poof. Dice swallowed my rent. I never learn... WA-HAHAHA! [Verse 2 - The Diner] Squeezed fifty from a stranger... Lucky Wheel spun... BOOM! Two hundred greenbacks! King of the Delta! Mama’s Diner... steaks for everyone! But the bill came... I was fifty-five short. Had to beg Betty for thirty just to leave. GA-HAHAHA! [Verse 3 - The Poker] Daria and her girls... Poker 'til the stars got dizzy. Lost a hundred-fifty. Head spinnin' like a rusty fan. [Harp: Dizzy, discordant trill] [Verse 4 - The Bob Incident] Walkin' the white line... found Ol' Bob. Childhood pal... owin' me since third grade. [Harp: Low, mean growl] He hands me a wad of grease... Forty-nine. Forty-nine soggy ones. ...One. Two. Three... Why forty-nine, Bob?! GA-HAHAHA! [Harp: Long, ugly, distorted bend — full of frustration] [Harmonica Solo - The Jam] [Harmonica Solo: Wild, dirty, unquantized swing] [Bridge - The Math Breakdown] [Music stops. Only the heavy stomp remains.] (Frantic whispering): Joe's hundred... Betty's thirty... Bob’s forty-nine... (Screaming): SOMEBODY DO THE MATH! Hahaha! Even God’s hidin' from the total! [Outro] At least I’m breathin’. [Harp: Final dry wheeze] It ain't me... it's the debt that's crooked. ...Wait... how much was it? Stop thinkin'! GA-HAHAHA! (Faint whisper): Forty-nine... the devil's in the ones... [Final Outro] [Sudden Silence [Spoken: Faint whisper] …Huh?… [End]