Oh, God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son" Abe said, "Man, you must be puttin' me on" God said, "No" Abe say, "What?" God say, "You can do what you want, Abe, but The next time you see me comin', you better run" Well, Abe said, "Where d'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?" Howard said, "There's only one place I know" Sam said, "Tell me quick, man, I got to run" Oh, 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 shoestrings 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" Then he said, "Yes, I think it can be easily done Just take everything down to Highway 61" Now, the fifth daughter on the twelfth night Told the first father that things weren't right "My complexion," she says, "is much too white" He said, "Come here and step into the light" He said, "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 Now, the roving gambler he was very bored Trying to create a next world war He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor He said, "I never engaged in this kind of thing before But yes, I think it can be very easily done We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun And have it on Highway 61"
Written by: BOB DYLAN
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