Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Robert Hunter
Sung by Robert Hunter on 18 November 1981 (thanks to Douglas Aldridge for alerting me to this). Highway 101 runs past San Quintin prison.
I got the highway 101
The highway 101 blues
Evil east, wicked west, I don't know which I love less
I don't know what I love best but I come from California
People there, they may treat you mean, but they do that anywhere
And as far as highways, there's nothing to compare
Highway 101, Highway 101
Highway 101, I can see it from my window
I'd rather be out standing there with a suitcase and a dollar
Tell you exactly what I mean
Pushing thirty and going on seventeen
Chilly winds don't bother me
I'm safe and warm and two thirds free
Fifteen years in Quentin by the sea
Highway 101, I can see it from my window
I'd love to be standing there with a suitcase and a dollar
I cut down Highway 1 to camp in Capistrano
Like a bird I would return if I got out tomorrow
Neil and Weasel the midnight creeper both got out last year
I don't expect either will write, or come and see me here
I don't blame them one damn bit when I getting out parole
Last thing I want to think about is living in this hole
I got the 101, highway 101
The 101 blues
Evil east or wicked west, I don't know which I love best
Don't know which I like less, and I'm from California
People there may treat you mean, but you know they do that everywhere
And as far as highways there's nothing to compare
With the 101
Highway 101 blues