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 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 nose Welfare department, they wouldn't give him no 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, just pointed with his gun And said, "That way, down 61"
Well, Mack the Finger said to the King "I got red-white-and-blue shoestrings And a thousand that don't ring Do you know where I can get rid of things?" And Louie the said, "Let me think for a minute, son" he said, "Yes, I think it can be easily done Just everything down to Highway 61"
Now, the fifth daughter on the twelfth Told the first father 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 the seventh son And they were out on Highway 61
Now, the roving gambler he was very Trying to a next world war He a promoter who nearly fell off the floor He said, "I engaged in this kind of thing before But yes, I think it can be very done We'll just put bleachers out in the sun And it on Highway 61"