| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
After a while we took in the clothes,
Nobody said very much.
Just
some old wild shirts and a couple pairs of pants
Which nobody really wanted to touch.
Mama
come in and picked up a book
An' Papa asked her what it was.
Someone else asked, "What do
you care?"
Papa said, "Well, just because."
Then they started to take back their
clothes,
Hang 'em on the line.
It was January the thirtieth
And everybody was feelin'
fine.
The next day everybody got up
Seein' if the clothes were dry.
The dogs
were barking, a neighbor passed,
Mama, of course, she said, "Hi!"
"Have you heard the
news?" he said, with a grin,
"The Vice-President's gone mad!"
"Where?" "Downtown." "When?"
"Last night."
"Hmm, say, that's too bad!"
"Well, there's nothin' we can do about it," said
the neighbor,
"It's just somethin' we're gonna have to forget."
"Yes, I guess so," said
Ma,
Then she asked me if the clothes was still wet.
I reached up, touched my
shirt,
And the neighbor said, "Are those clothes yours?"
I said, "Some of 'em, not all of
'em."
He said, "Ya always help out around here with the chores?"
I said, "Sometime, not
all the time."
Then my neighbor, he blew his nose
Just as papa yelled outside,
"Mama
wants you t' come back in the house and bring them clothes."
Well, I just do what I'm
told,
So, I did it, of course.
I went back in the house and Mama met me
And then I
shut all the doors |
