And John Lee Hooker stopped by here today 
Said he could make a fortune down on boogie way 
I said "John, you know the boogie's gone 
It's the dawn of a brand new day" 
[bad word] from way down south 
The taste of whiskey still in his mouth 
All them good times [bad word] and gone 
Tell everybody that the heat is on 
Child of fortune, child of woe 
There's no place left for you to go 
Turn back towards the risin' sun 
Rollin' down the highway 61, well 
I want you to stand up straight and take a bow 
The world don't have no favourites now 
Finders-keepers is how it's played 
Folks got good reason to be afraid 
Say there's rage and hate, violent crimes 
 [bad word] these sure are restless times 
Child of fortune, child of woe 
There's no place left for you to go 
Now who's at risk, who's to blame 
For all this killin' in god's name 
We raisin' [bad word] and judgin' men 
Just by the colours of their skin 
Talkin' 'bout child of fortune, child of woe 
There's no place left for you to go, wo-oh 
Well you can play the cards, and roll the dice 
You'll only get paid once or twice 
No matter how the games begin 
In the [bad word] you can't win, wo-oh 
John Lee Hooker stopped by here today 
Said he could make a fortune on the boogie way 
I said "well, John, you know the boogie's gone 
And it's the dawn of a brand new day" wo-oh 
Child of fortune, child of woe 
There's no place left for you to go 
Turn back towards the risin' sun 
Rollin' down highway 61 wo-oh