Friday, April 22, 2016

Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bob Dylan

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  1. Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bob Dylan

    Johnny’s in the basement mixing up the medicine
    I’m on the pavement, thinking about the government
    The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off
    Says he’s got a bad cough wants to get it paid off
    Look out kid, it’s somethin’ you did
    God knows when but you’re doin’ it again
    You better duck down the alley way
    Lookin’ for a new friend, the man in the coon-skin cap
    By the big pen wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten

    Maggie comes fleet foot face full of black soot
    Talkin’ that the heat put plants in the bed but
    The phone’s tapped anyway, maggie says that many say
    They must bust in early May, orders from the D.A.
    Look out kid don’t matter what you did
    Walk on your tiptoes don’t try “No-Doz”
    Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose
    Keep a clean nose, watch the plain clothes
    You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows

    Ah, get sick, get well hang, around an ink well
    Ring bell, hard to tell if anything is goin’ to sell
    Try hard, get barred, get back, write braille
    Get jailed, jump bail, join the army if you fail
    Look out kid you’re gonna get hit
    By users, cheaters six-time losers
    Hang around the theaters, girl by the whirlpool
    Lookin’ for a new fool
    Don’t follow leaders, watch the parkin’ meters

    Ah, get born, keep warm
    Short pants, romance, learn to dance
    Get dressed, get blessed, try to be a success
    Please her, please him, buy gifts
    Don’t steal, don’t lift
    Twenty years of schoolin’ and they put you on the day shift
    Look out kid, they keep it all hid
    Better jump down a manhole, light yourself a candle
    Don’t wear sandals, try to avoid the scandals
    Don’t wanna be a bum you better chew gum
    The pump don’t work’ cause the vandals took the handles.

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