Lyrics:

And God said to Abraham, 'Give me your son'
Abe said, 'Man, you must be puttin' me on'
God say, 'No,' Abe say, 'What?'
God say, 'You can do what you want Abe, but
The next time you see me comin' you better run'
And Abe said, 'Where do you want this killin' done?'
Out on Highway 61
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'
Then Teddy pointed out with his gun
'That old Highway 61'
Well, Mack the Finger said to Louie the King
'I got 40 red white and blue shoe strings
And a thousand telephones that don't ring
Do you know where I can possibly get rid of these things?'
Sam said, 'Yes, I think it can be very easily done
They don't take it on the setting sun
Put it on Highway 61'
Well, their only daughter on the 12th night
She told the first father that things weren't right
'My complexion,' she says, 'You know it's much too white'
'Come on over hip girl, step into this light
Hmm, you're right, let me tell mother that this has been done'
But the second mother was with the seventh son
And they were both out on Highway 61

Oh, the rovin' gambler, he was very bored
Tried to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell on the floor
He said, 'I never did engage in this kind of thing before
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'