Words and music by Bob Dylan
Down over the window
From the dazzling sunlit place
Through the back alleysthrough the blinds
Another one of the Memphis days
Honey bees are buzzing
Leaves begin to stir
I m in love with my second cousin
I tell myself I could be happy forever with her
I keep listening for footsteps
But I ain t never hearing any
From the boatI fish for bullheads
I catch a lotsometimes too many
A summer breeze is blowin
A squall is setting in
Sometimes it s just plain stupid
To get into any kind of wind
Well the old men round here
Sometimes they get on bad terms
With the younger men
Oldyoungage don t carry weight
It doesn t matter in the end
One of the boss hangers-on
Sometimes comes to call
At times you least expect
Tryin to bully youstrongarm you
Inspire you with fear
It has the opposite effect
There s a new grove of trees on the outskirts of town
The other one is long gone
10 foot2 foot6 across
Burns with the bark still on
They say times are hard
If you don t believe it you can follow your nose
It don t bother metimes are hard anywhere
We ll just have to see how it goes
My old manhe s like some feudal lord
He s got more lives than a cat
I ve never seen him quarrel with my mother even once
Things come alive or they fall flat
You can smell the pine wood burnin
You can hear the school bell ring
Got to get up near the teacherif you can
If you wanna learn anything
Romeohe said to Julietyou got a poor complexion
That don t give your appearance a very youthful touch
Juliet said back to Romeo
Why don t you just shove off
If it bothers you so much
They all got outta here any way they could
Cold rain can give you the shivers
They went down the Ohiothe Cumberlandthe Tennessee
All the rest of them rebel rivers
If you ever try to interfere with me
Or cross my path again
You do so at the peril of your life
I m not quite as coolor forgiving as I sound
I ve seen enough heartache and strife
My grandfather was a duck trapper
He could do it with just dragnets and ropes
My grandmother could sew new dresses out of old cloth
I don t know if they had any dreams or hopes
I had em oncethough I suppose
To go along with all the ring dancing
Christmas carols and all the Christmas eves
I left all my dreams and hopes
Buried under tobacco leaves
Not always easy kicking someone out
Got to wait awhileit can be an unpleasant task
Sometimes somebody wants you to give something up
And tears or notit s too much to ask

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