| Lyrics: | Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son."
Abe said, "Man you must be puttin me
on."
God said, "No." Abe said, "What?"
God say, "You can do
what you wanna, but
the next time you see me comin you'd better run."
Abe said,
"Where do you want this killing done?"
God said, "Out on that Highway
61."
Well Georgia Sam he had bloody nose
Welfare department would give him no
clothes
He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?"
Howard said, "There's only
one place I know."
"Sounds great man, tell me- I gotta run!"
Howard just
pointed with his gun
And said, "That way, down on 61."
"Well Mack the
Finger," said Louie the King,
"I got 40 red white and blue shoestrings
and a
thousand telephone that don't ring
you know I can't get rid of these things."
And he
said, "Now let me think for a minute son."
Said, "Yes that can be easily
done
just take them down on that 61."
That
highway
Highway
Highway
That highway
Highway
Now the 5th daughter on the
12th night
Told first father that things weren't right
"My complexion," she
said, "is much too white."
He said, "Come here and stare up into the
light."
He said, "Hmm you're right. Let me tell the 2nd mother it's
been
done."
But the 2nd mother with the 7th son
They were out on that Highway
61
Now the roving gambler he was very bored
Trying to create a next world war
And he
found a promoter fell off the floor
And said, "I never engaged in this kind of thing
before,
but yep I think it can be easily done."
Highway
"Just put some
bleachers there out in the sun
and have it out on that 61." |
