Oh, God said to Abraham, "Kill me son"
Abe' said, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
God said, "No", Abe said, "What?"
God said, "You can do what you want Abe' but
The next time you see me comin' you better run"
Well, Abe' said, "Where you want this killin' done?"
God said, "Out on Highway 61"
Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose
Welfare Department they wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?"
And Howard said, "There's only one place I know"
And Sam said, "Tell me quick man, I got to run"
And ol' Howard just pointed with his gun
And said, "That way down Highway 61"
Well, Mack, the finger said to Louie, the King
"I got forty red white and blue shoe strings
And a thousand telephones that don't ring
Do you know where I can get rid of these things?"
And Louie, the King said, "Let me think for a minute, son"
And he said, "Yes, I think this could be easily done
Just take everything down to Highway 61"
Well, the fifth daughter on the twelfth night
Told the first father that things weren't right
"My complexion" she said, "Is much too white"
He said, "Come here, step into the light"
She says, "Hmm you're right, let me tell the second mother
This has been done"
But the second mother was with the seventh son
And they were both out on Highway 61
Well, the rovin' gambler, she was very borin'
She was tryin' to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said, "I've never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes, I think it could be very easily done"
We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it out on Highway 61
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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