Lyrics:

Oh, God said to Abraham, 'Kill me a son'
Abe say, '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'

Well, Abe said, 'Where do 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'

0h, Howard just pointed with his gun
And said, 'That way down on 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 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 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

Now the rovin' gambler, he was very bored
Tryin' 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'