I pounded on a farmhouse. Lookin' for a place to stay.. I was mighty, mighty tired,. I had gone a long, long way.. I said, "Hey, hey, in there,. Is there anybody home?".
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, proud 'neath heated brow.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there ain't 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.