| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Crash on the levee, mama,
Water's gonna overflow,
Swamp's gonna
rise,
No boat's gonna row.
Now, you can train on down
To Williams Point,
You can
bust your feet,
You can rock this joint.
But oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best
friend now?
You're gonna have to find yourself
Another best friend,
somehow.
Now, don't you try an' move me,
You're just gonna lose.
There's a
crash on the levee
And, mama, you've been refused.
Well, it's sugar for sugar
And
salt for salt,
If you go down in the flood,
It's gonna be your own fault.
Oh mama,
ain't you gonna miss your best friend now?
You're gonna have to find yourself
Another best
friend, somehow.
Well, that high tide's risin',
Mama, don't you let me
down.
Pack up your suitcase,
Mama, don't you make a sound.
Now, it's king for
king,
Queen for queen,
It's gonna be the meanest flood
That anybody's seen.
Oh
mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now?
Yes, you're gonna have to find
yourself
Another best friend, somehow |
