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Oh, God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son" |
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Abe say, "Man, you must be puttin' me on" |
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God say, "No," Abe say, "What?" |
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God say, "You can do what you want, Abe, but |
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Next time you see me comin', you better run" |
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Well, Abe said, "Where do you want this killin' done?" |
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God said, "Out on Highway 61" |
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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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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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0h, Howard just pointed with his gun |
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And said, "That way, down on 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 onto Highway 61" |
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Now, 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" he says, "Hmm, you're right |
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Let me tell the second mother 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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Well, the rovin' gambler, he was very bored |
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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 never engaged in this kind of thing before |
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But yes, I think it can 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" |
