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" A bluesman come from way down south The taste of whiskey still in his mouth All them good times have come 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 Damn 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' hell 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 long run 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