Oh, God to Abraham, "Kill me a son" Abe said, "Man, you be puttin' me on" God said, "No" Abe say, "What?" God say, "You can do you want, Abe, but The time you see me comin', you better run" Well, Abe said, "Where want this killin' done?" God said, "Out on 61"
Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody Welfare department, they wouldn't him no clothes He poor Howard, "Where can I go?" said, "There's only one place I know" Sam said, "Tell me quick, man, I got to run" Oh, just pointed with his gun And said, "That way, down 61"
Well, Mack the said to Louie the King "I got forty red-white-and-blue And a thousand that don't ring Do you where I can get rid of these things?" And the King said, "Let me think for a minute, son" he said, "Yes, I think it can be easily done Just take down to Highway 61"
Now, the fifth on the twelfth night Told the first father that things right "My complexion," she says, "is too white" He said, "Come here and step the light" He said, "Hmm, right, let me tell the second mother this has been done" But the second was with the seventh son And they both out on Highway 61
Now, the roving gambler he was bored Trying to create a world war He a promoter who nearly fell off the floor He said, "I never engaged in this kind of before But yes, I it can be very easily done just put some bleachers out in the sun And have it on 61"