| Lyrics: | Words and Music by Bob Dylan)
Down over the window
Come the dazzling sunlit
rays
Through the back alleys, through the blinds
Another one of them endless
days
Honey bees are buzzing
Leaves begin to stir
I'm in love with my second
cousin
I tell myself I could be happy forever with her
I keep listening for
footsteps
But I ain't never hearing any
From the boat, I fish for bullheads
I catch a
lot, sometimes too many
A summer breeze is blowin'
A squall is setting
in
Sometimes it's just plain stupid
To get into any kind of wind
Well the old
men 'round here
Sometimes they get on bad terms
With the younger men,
Old, young, age
don't carry weight
It doesn't matter in the end
One of the boss'
hangers-on
Sometimes comes to call
At times you least expect
Tryin' to bully you,
strongarm you,
Inspire you with fear
It has the opposite effect
There's a new
grove of trees on the outskirts of town
The other one is long gone
10 foot, 2 foot, 6
across
Burns with the bark still on
They say times are hard
If you don't
believe it you can follow your nose
It don't bother me, times are hard anywhere
We'll just
have to see how it goes
My old man, he's like some feudal lord
He's got more lives
than a cat
I've never seen him quarrel with my mother even once
Things come alive or they
fall flat
You can smell the pine wood burnin'
You can hear the school bell
ring
Got to get up near the teacher, if you can
If you wanna learn
anything
Romeo, he said to Juliet, you got a poor complexion
That don't give your
appearance a very youthful touch
Juliet said back to Romeo,
Why don't you just shove
off,
If it bothers you so much
They all got outta here any way they could
Cold
rain can give you the shivers
They went down the Ohio, the Cumberland, the Tennessee,
All
the rest of them rebel rivers
If you ever try to interfere with me
Or cross my path
again,
You do so at the peril of your life
I'm not quite as cool, or forgiving as I
sound
I've seen enough heartache and strife
My grandfather was a duck
trapper,
He could do it with just dragnets and ropes
My grandmother could sew new dresses
out of old cloth,
I don't know if they had any dreams or hopes
I had 'em once,
though I suppose
To go along with all the ring dancing,
Christmas carols and all the
Christmas eves
I left all my dreams and hopes
Buried under tobacco leaves
Not
always easy kicking someone out
Got to wait awhile, it can be an unpleasant
task
Sometimes somebody wants you to give something up
And tears or not, it's too much to
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