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Bob Dylan Blood On The Tracks

He din't see her anywhere He told himself he didn't care Pushed the window open wide Felt an emptiness inside To which he just could not relate Brought on

a my feet And I'm back in the rain Oh, you are on dry land You made it there somehow You're a big girl now Bird on the horizon, sittin' on a fence

love best And cover up the truth with lies One day you'll be in the ditch Flies buzzin' around your eyes Blood on your saddle Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on

know it by me Every day's been darkness since you been gone Little rooster crowin', there must be something on his mind Little rooster crowin', there must be something on

penknife in the back And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink The hangin' judge was sober, he hadn't had a drink The only person on the scene

was gonna be rough They never did like Mama's homemade dress Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough. And I was standin' on the side of the road Rain fallin' on

know it by me Every day's been darkness since you been gone. Little rooster crowin', there must be something on his mind Little rooster crowin', there must be something on

for me I always have respected her for busting out and gettin' free Oh, whatever makes her happy, I won't stand in the way Though the bitter taste still lingers on

I love best and cover up the truth with lies. One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes, Blood on your saddle. Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on