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Bob Dylan Bringing It All Back Home

Though the rules of the road have been lodged It's people's games, you got to dodge But it's alright, Ma, I can make it Advertising signs that con

t gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. Well, I wake in the morning, Fold my hands and pray for rain. I got a head full of ideas That are drivin' me insane. It

ve got a hole Where my stomach disappeared Then you ask why I don't live here Honey, I gotta think you're really weird. Your grandpa's cane It turns

fences facin'. And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn't pay it any mind, it

trees of Eden The lamppost stands with folded arms Its iron claws attached To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail Though it shadows metal badge All and all

knows too much to argue or to judge. The bridge at midnight trembles, The country doctor rambles, Bankers' nieces seek perfection, Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring

trees of Eden The lamppost stands with folded arms Its iron claws attached To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail Though it shadows metal badge All and all

Ain't it hard to stumble And land in some funny lagoon? Ain't it hard to stumble And land in some muddy lagoon? Especially when it's nine below zero

too, is folding under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home