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 d'you this killin' done?" God said, "Out on 61"
Well, Georgia Sam, he had a nose department, they wouldn't give him no clothes He asked 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, Mack the Finger said to the King "I got red-white-and-blue shoestrings And a telephones that don't ring Do you where 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 fifth daughter on the night 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, right, let me tell the second mother this has been done" But the second mother was the seventh son And they were both out on 61
Now, the roving gambler he was bored Trying to a next world war He a promoter who nearly fell off the floor He said, "I never engaged in kind of thing before But yes, I think it can be very easily We'll just put bleachers out in the sun And it on Highway 61"