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| 1. |
| 2:44 | 
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(Dylan)
Oh the time will come up When the winds will stop And the breeze will cease to be a breezin Like the stillness in the wind For the hurricane begins The hour when the ship comes in Oh the seas will split And the ship will hit And the shoreline sands will be shaken Then the tide will sound and the wind will pound And the morning will be breakin Oh the fishes will laugh As they swim out of the path And the seagulls they'll be smilin And the rocks on the sand Will proudly stand The hour that the ship comes in And the words they use For to get the ship confused Will not be understood as they are spoken For the chains of the sea Will have busted in the night And be buried at the bottom of the ocean verse 2 A song will lift as the main sail shifts And the boat drifts onto the shoreline And the sun will respect every face on the deck The hour when the ship comes in Then the sands will roll out a carpet of gold For your weary toes to be a touchin And the ships wise men will remind you once again That the whole wide world is watchin |
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| 2. |
| 3:27 |
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(Dylan)
Close your eyes, close the door You don't have to worry anymore I'll be your little baby tonight Shut the light, shut the shade You don't have to be afraid I'll be your baby tonight Well the mockingbird's gonna sail away You won't regret it The big fine moons gonna shine like a spoon You won't regret, you won't forget To get your shoes off do not fear Bring that bottle over here I'll be your baby tonight verse 3 I'll be your baby tonight |
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| 3. |
| 2:13 |
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(Dylan)
The guilty undertaker sighs The lonely organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I should refuse you The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn But it's not that way I wasn't born to lose you I want you, I want you Oh so bad Baby, I want you Once a politician leaves Upon the street where mothers weep The saviours who are fast asleep They wait for you And I wait for them to interrupt Me drinkin from my broken cup And askin me to open up the gate for you Woh baby I want you I want you I want you Oh, so bad Baby I want you Now all my fathers, they've gone down True love they've been without it But all their daughters put me down 'Cause I don't think about it Baby I want you Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit He spoke to me, I took his flute No, I wasn't very cute to him now was I I did it because he lied Because he took you for a ride And because time was on his side And because I want you, baby I want you I want you |
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| 4. |
| 2:55 |
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This wheel's on fire
This wheel's on fire This wheel's on fire If your memory serves you well We're gonna meet again and wait So I'm gonna pack all my things And sit there for it gets to late No man alive will come to you With another tale to tell And you know that we shall meet again If your memory serves you well Wheel's on fire Rollin down the road Let's notify my next of kin This wheel shall explode If your memory serves you well I was gonna confiscate your lace And wrap it up in a sailors knot And hide it in your case If I knew for sure that it was yours But it was so hard to tell And you know that we shall meet again If your memory serves you well This wheel's on fire This wheel's on fire This wheel's on fire If your memory serves you well You'll remember you're the one That called on me to call on them To get your favours done And after every plan had failed And there was nothin' more to tell You knew that we should meet again If your memory serves you well This wheel's on fire This wheel's on fire This wheel's on fire |
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| 5. |
| 3:26 |
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They say every thing must be replaced
They say every distance is not near Yet I remember every face of every man who put me here I see my light come shining From the west down to the east Any day now, any way now I shall be released They say every man needs protection They say that every man must fall Yet I swear I see my reflection somewhere so high above this wall I see my light come shining From the west down to the east Any day now, any way now I shall be released Standin next to me in this lonely crowd A man who swears he's not to blame All day long I hear him shoutin so loud Cryin' out that he was framed I see my light come shining From the west down to the east Any day now, any way now I shall be released Any day now, any way now I shall be released |
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| 6. |
| 4:10 |
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(Dylan)
How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man How many seas must the white dove sail Before she can sleep in the sand The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind Yes, and how many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky Yes, and how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry chorus Well, how many years can a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea And how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free chorus |
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| 7. |
| 2:44 |
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(Dylan)
Oh you can read out of your bible You can fall down on your knees Pretty mama, and pray to the lord But it ain't gonna do you no good You're gonna need You're gonna need my help someday Well, if you can't quit your sinnin' Please quit your lowdown ways Well you can run down to the White House You can gaze at the Capitol Dome Pretty mama, you can pound on the President's gate It'll do you no good chorus Well you can run down to the desert Throw yourself on the burnin sand You can raise up your right hand pretty mama But you better understand chorus You can hitch hike on the highways You can stand alone by the side of the road You can try to ??? a ride back home pretty mama But you can't ride in my car chorus verse 1 chorus Quit your lowdown ways |
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| 8. |
| 4:05 |
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(Dylan)
Nobody feels any pain Tonight as I stand here in the rain Everybody knows that baby's got new clothes But lately I see her ribbons and her bows Have fallen from her curls Oh, she takes just like a woman Yes she does And she makes love just like a woman Yes she does And she aches just like a woman Yeah, but she breaks just like a little girl Mary, she's my friend Yes, I believe I'll go see her again Nobody has to guess That baby can't be blessed 'Til she finally sees that she's like all the rest With her fog, her amphetamines and her pearls chorus It was rainin from the first I was dyin of thirst So I came in here And your longtime curse Hurts but what's worse Is this pain in here I can't stay in here Ain't it clear I just can't fit Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit When we meet again, introduced as friends Please don't let on that you knew me when I was hungry and it was your world chorus |
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| 9. |
| 3:17 |
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(Dylan)
Come gather 'round people wherver you roam And admit that the waters around you have grown, And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone, If your time to you is worth saving, Then you'd better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone, For the times they are a-changing! Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen, And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again. And don't speak too soon, for the wheel's still in spin, And there's no telling who that it's naming. For the loser now will be later to win, For the times they are a-changing! Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call, Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall. For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled, There's a battle outside and it's raging. It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls, For the times they are a-changing! Come mothers and fathers, throughout the land, And don't criticize what you can't understand. Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command, Your old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand, For the times they are a-changing! The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast, The slow one now will later be fast. As the present now will later be past, The order is rapidly fading. And the first one now will later be last, For the times they are a-changing! |
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| 10. |
| 2:24 |
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(Dylan)
All I really want to do is baby be friends with you I don't want to compete with you Beat or cheat or mistreat you Classify ya, simplify ya, deny, defy or crucify you All I really want to do is baby be friends with you Baby be friends with you No, I ain't lookin to fight with you Frighten you, up-tighten you Bring you down or chain you down Drag you down, or bring you down chorus x2 I don't want to meet your kin Make you spin or do you in Or select you or dissect you Or respect you or reject you chorus |
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| 11. |
| 2:59 |
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Crimson flames tied through my ears rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flamin' roads usin' ideas my maps "We'll meet on edges soon" said I proud 'neath heated brow Ah, but I was so much older than, I'm younger than that now Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate" I screamed Lies that life is black and white spoke from my skull I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers foundationed deep somehow Ah, but I was so much older than, I'm younger than that now Girls' faces formed the forward path from phony jealousy To memorizin' politics of ancient history Flung down by corpse evangelists unthought of, though, somehow Ah, but I was so much older than, I'm younger than that now break Ah, but I was so much older than, I'm younger than that now My guard stood hard when abstract threats too noble to neglect Deceived me into thinkin' I had somethin' to protect Good and bad, I define these terms quite clear, no doubt, somehow Ah, but I was so much older than, I'm younger than that now I'm younger than that now I'm younger than that now I'm younger than that now I'm younger than that now |
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| 12. |
| 2:28 |
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(Dylan)
Come all without, come all within You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn Come all without, come all within You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn Everybody's building ships and boats Some are building monuments, others jotting down notes Everybody's in despair, every girl and boy but when Quinn the Eskimo gets here everybody's gonna jump for joy chorus I like to go just like the rest, I like my sugar sweet But jumping queues and making haste just ain't my cup of meat Everyone's beneath the trees feeding pigeons on a limb but when Quinn the Eskimo gets here all the pigeons gonna run to him chorus Let me do what I want to do, I can't decide 'em all Just tell me where to put 'em, and I'll tell you who call Nobody can get no sleep, there's someone on everyone's toes but when Quinn the Eskimo gets here everybody's gonna want to doze chorus |
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| 13. |
| 4:09 |
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(Dylan)
How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man How many seas must the white dove sail Before she can sleep in the sand The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind Yes, and how many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky Yes, and how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry chorus Well, how many years can a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea And how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free chorus |
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| 14. |
| 3:21 |
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(Dylan)
Come gather 'round people wherver you roam And admit that the waters around you have grown, And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone, If your time to you is worth saving, Then you'd better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone, For the times they are a-changing! Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen, And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again. And don't speak too soon, for the wheel's still in spin, And there's no telling who that it's naming. For the loser now will be later to win, For the times they are a-changing! Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call, Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall. For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled, There's a battle outside and it's raging. It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls, For the times they are a-changing! Come mothers and fathers, throughout the land, And don't criticize what you can't understand. Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command, Your old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand, For the times they are a-changing! The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast, The slow one now will later be fast. As the present now will later be past, The order is rapidly fading. And the first one now will later be last, For the times they are a-changing! |
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