Most of the time. I'm clear focused all around. Most of the time. I can keep both feet on the ground. I can follow the path. I can read the signs. Stay right with it.
Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. 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.
Most of the time. I'm too focused all around. Most of the time. I can keep both feet on the ground. I can follow the path. I can read the sign. I can stay right with it.
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.
You say you love me. And you're thinkin' of me. But you know you could be wrong. You say you told me. That you wanna hold me. But you know you're not that strong.
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 evenin' shadows and the stars appear.
I ain't gonna' work on Maggie's farm no more. I ain't gonna' work on Maggie's farm no more. Well i wake up in the morning,. put my hands and pray for rain,.
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.
Perhaps it is the color of the sun cut flat. And coverin' the crossroads I'm standing at. Or maybe it's the weather or something like that. But mama you've been on my mind.