( Bob Dylan ) Well, God said to Abraham 'k** me a son' Abe said 'Man, you must be putting me on' God said 'No' Abe said 'Wha?t' God said 'You do what you want to, Abe but The next time you see me coming, you'd better run' Abe said 'Where do you want this k**ing done?' God said 'Out on that Highway 61' Well, Georgia Sam he had a 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' Sam said 'Quick man, tell me, i got to run' Howard just pointed with his gun He said 'that way down on 61' 'Well, Mack the finger' said Louie the King 'I got 40 red white and blue shoe strings And a thousand telephones that won't ring You know where I can 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 X4 Now the fifth daughter on the twelfth night Told the 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' And said 'Mmm 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 61 Now, the roving gambler was very bored Trying to create the next world war And he found a promoter, fell on the floor And said 'I've never engaged in this kind of thing before But yep, I think it can be easily done' Highway 'We'll just put some bleachers there out in the sun Have it out on that 61'