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 nose Welfare department, wouldn't give him no clothes He poor 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, Highway 61"
Well, Mack the said to Louie the King "I got red-white-and-blue shoestrings And a thousand telephones that don't Do you know where I can get rid of things?" And Louie the said, "Let me think for a minute, son" Then he said, "Yes, I think it can be easily Just take everything down to 61"
Now, the fifth daughter on the night Told the first father that things weren't "My complexion," she says, "is too white" He said, "Come and step into the light" He said, "Hmm, you're right, let me tell the second this has been done" But the second was with the seventh son And they were both out on 61
Now, the roving gambler he was bored Trying to create a next war He found a 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 it on Highway 61"