Lyrics:

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
'