Osborne, Joan - Highway 61 Revisited Lyrics

God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
God say, "No"
Abe say, "What?"
God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but
The next time you see me comin' you better run"
Abe said, "Where 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
Old Howard just pointed with his gun
And said that way down on 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"
And 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 rovin' gambler he was very bored
Tryin' 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"

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  1. magicsnd1

    I disagree. I think Osborne's interpretation brings emotional intensity and less-hidden meaning to each of the verses. And the musical arrangement also adds a dynamic arc in each verse that supports the vocal's building intensity.

  2. Guy Michel

    Yo---just bcs they're different, interpretations are definitely not all good. Sorry, but this sounds like a high-school girl turning in her paper (i.e., musical attempt at interpreting) after the teacher asked her class "what does this song mean, try and tell me"? Hello, it's not a chaotic electric slowed-down waltz with overly sung-spoke words that sound like a female Lou Reed trying to caricature Dylan. This might be well-intended, but it's not well-thought-out, or well-done, it doesn't matter how good the musicians are. ('Course they're good, they're studio musicians. . . ) NONE of the humor, the groove, or the unexpected bite of Dylan's original and originalness. Maybe I like his song too much, but this is just ridiculous! How about 'Masters of War' like a bad white version of 'Barefootin'" ;+} ?