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    "Highway 61 Revisited" Lyrics

    Rita Chiarelli

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    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"
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BOB DYLAN MUSIC CO.
    Written by Bob Dylan.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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