| Oh, God said to Abraham, «Kill me son»
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| Abe said, «Man, you must be puttin' me on»
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| God said, «No», Abe said, «What?»
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| God said, «You can do what you want Abe but
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| The next time you see me comin' you better run»
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| Well, Abe said, «Where you want this killin' done?»
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| God said, «Out on Highway 61»
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| Hehehe
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| Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose
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| Welfare Department they wouldn’t give him no clothes
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| He asked poor Howard, «Where can I go?»
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| And Howard said, «There's only one place I know»
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| And Sam said, «Tell me quick man, I got to run»
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| And ol' Howard just pointed with his gun
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| And said, «That way down Highway 61»
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| Well, Mack, the finger said to Louie, the King
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| «I got forty red white and blue shoe strings
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| And a thousand telephones that don’t ring
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| Do you know where I can get rid of these things?»
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| And Louie, the King said, «Let me think for a minute, son»
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| And he said, «Yes, I think this could be easily done
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| Just take everything down to Highway 61»
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| Well, the fifth daughter on the twelfth night
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| Told the first father that things weren’t right
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| «My complexion» she said, «Is much too white»
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| He said, «Come here and step into the light»
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| She says, «Hmm you’re right, let me tell the second mother
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| This has been done»
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| But the second mother was with the seventh son
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| And they were both out on Highway 61
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| Well, the rovin' gambler, he was very borin'
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| He was tryin' to create the next world war
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| He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
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| He said, «I've never engaged in this kind of thing before
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| But yes, I think it could be very easily done»
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| We’ll just put some bleachers out in the sun
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| And have it out on Highway 61
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| Ooh ooh
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| Aw aw aw aw aw
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| Aw
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| Highway
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| Aw aw aw aw aw
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| Um um um um
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| Hey Hey
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| Highway |