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 this killin' done?" God said, "Out on 61"
Well, Georgia Sam, he had a nose Welfare department, wouldn't give him no clothes He asked Howard, "Where can I go?" Howard said, "There's only one I know" Sam said, "Tell me quick, man, I got to run" Oh, Howard pointed with his gun And said, "That way, down 61"
Well, Mack the Finger to Louie the King "I got red-white-and-blue shoestrings And a thousand telephones that don't Do you know I can get rid of these things?" And Louie the King said, "Let me for a minute, son" he said, "Yes, I think it can be easily done Just everything down to Highway 61"
Now, the daughter on the twelfth night Told the first that things weren't right "My complexion," she says, "is too white" He said, "Come and step into the light" He said, "Hmm, you're right, let me the second mother this has been done" But the second mother was the seventh son And they both out on Highway 61
Now, the roving he was very bored Trying to a next world war He found a promoter who nearly off the floor He said, "I never engaged in kind of thing before But yes, I think it can be very easily just put some bleachers out in the sun And have it on 61"