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 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 department, they wouldn't give 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, Howard just with his gun And said, "That way, Highway 61"
Well, the Finger said to Louie the King "I got forty red-white-and-blue And a thousand telephones that don't Do you where I can get rid of these things?" And Louie the said, "Let me think for a minute, son" Then he said, "Yes, I think it can be done Just everything down to Highway 61"
Now, the fifth daughter on the twelfth Told the first father that things weren't "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 mother was with the seventh son And they both out on Highway 61
Now, the roving gambler he was bored to create a next world war He found a promoter who nearly off the floor He said, "I never in this kind of thing before But yes, I think it can be very done We'll put some bleachers out in the sun And have it on 61"