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