On Highway 55, 
Six feet under, 
Where no one can find her, 
By Milestone 91, 
few feet from the road, 
The [bad word] through her, 

Lucille was a pretty girl, 
little Nevada pearl, 
Black hair framing her face, 
little quirky on the world, 
Liked Las Vegas City Lights, 
Liked to sit up all night, 
Needed a little rest on the bench, 
And that's where, he found her, 

On Highway 55, 
Six feet under, 
Where no one can find her, 
By Milestone 91, 
few feet from the road, 
The [bad word] through her, 

In her little summer dress, 
She was put to rest, 
Where the sand blows hard, 
Under dessert stars, 
Pale hand lays above ground, 
Beauty to be found, 
So many lives pass by, 
Never seeing Lucille, 

On Highway 55, 
Six feet under, 
Where no one can find her, 
By Milestone 91, 
few feet from the road, 
The [bad word] through her, 

By red tail lights
He dug her down, 
And the [bad word]  
Over sweet Lucille's chest, 
In the pale moon light, 
Still a pretty sight, 
Lucille, 
Lucille, 
Oh; Lucille

On Highway 55, 
Six feet under, 
Where no one can find her, 
By Milestone 91, 
few feet from the road, 
The [bad word] through her, 

By red tail lights, 
He dug her down, 
Lucille, 
Lucille, 
Oh; Lucille

On Highway 55, 
Six feet under, 
Where no one can find her, 
By milestone 91, 
few feet from the road, 
The [bad word] through her, 

Oh; Lucille.