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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Dylan
Vocals
Al Gorgoni
Guitar
Mike Bloomfield
Electric Guitar
Bobby Gregg
Drums
Paul Griffin
Piano
Al Kooper
Organ
Harvey Brooks
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
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Well, God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe said, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
God said, "No", Abe said, "What?"
God said, "You can do what you want, Abe
But next time you see me coming, you better run"
Well, Abe said, "Alright, where do you want this killin' done?"
God said, "Out on Highway 61"
Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose
Welfare Department wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?"
Poor Howard said, "There's only one place I know"
Sam said, "Tell me quick, man, I got to run"
Well, Poor Howard just pointed with his gun
He said, "That way, down Highway 61"
Well, Mack the Finger said to Louie the King
"I got a thousand red white and blue shoe strings
And a hundred 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"
He said, "Yes, I think it can be easily done
Just take everything down the Highway 61"
Well, 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 this light"
Then he says, "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 arrange 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
Have it on Highway 61
Written by: Bob Dylan