Come, you masters of war. You that build the big guns. You that build the death planes. You that build all the bombs. . You that hide behind walls. You that hide behind desks.
Look out your window, baby, there's a scene you'd like to catch,. The band is playing "Dixie," a man got his hand outstretched.. Could be the Fuhrer. Could be the local priest..
Crickets are chirpin', the water is high. There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry. The windows wide open, African trees. Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze.
Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat. An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at,. Or maybe it's the weather or something like that,. But mama, you been on my mind..
Man gave names to all the animals. In the beginning, in the beginning.. Man gave names to all the animals. In the beginning, long time ago.. . He saw an animal that liked to growl,.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.. No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.. Well, I wake up in the morning. Fold my hands and pray for rain..
When the rain is blowing in your face. And the whole world is on your case. I could offer you a warm embrace. To make you feel my love. . When the evening shadows and the stars appear.
Man gave names to all the animals. In the beginning, in the beginning.. Man gave names to all the animals. In the beginning, long time ago.. . He saw an animal that liked to growl,.
You took a part of me that I really miss. I keep askin' myself how long it can go on like this. You told yourself a lie, that's alright, I told myself one too.
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.
(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.
Crimson flames tied through my ears. Rollin' high and mighty traps pounced with fire on flaming roads. Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," Said I.
You say you love me and you thinking of me. But you know you could be wrong. You say you told me that you want to hold me. But you know you're not that strong.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. Well, I wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rain.
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Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me. In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you.
(Bob Dylan). When the rain is blowin' in your face. And the whole world is on your case. I could offer you a warm embrace. To make you feel my love. .
When you wake up in the morning baby look inside your mirror. I won't be next to you you know I won't be near. I'd be curious to know if your reflection is as clear.
Well when you wake up in the mornin' baby look inside your mirror I won't be next to you. You know I won't be near. I'd be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear.
Crickets are chirpin' the water is high. There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry. Window's wide open African trees. Bent over backwards in a hurricane breeze.