Well God said to Abraham, kill me a son
Abe said, man you must be putting me on
God said no, Abe said, what?
God say, you do what you wanna, but
The next time you see me coming you'd better run
Abe said, where do you want this killing done?
God said, out on that highway sixty-one

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 sixty-one
Well Mack the finger, said Louie the King
I've got forty 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
He said, yes that can be easily done
Just take them down on that sixty-one
That highway, highway
Highway, highway, highway

Now the fifth daughter on the twelfth 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, mm you're right
Let me tell the second mother it's been done

But the second mother with the seventh son
They were out on that highway sixty-one
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 sixty-one

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Writer(s): BOB DYLAN