| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan and Tom Petty
Don't ever try to change me,
I been in this thing too
long.
There's nothin' you can say or do
To make me think I'm wrong.
Well, I'm
goin' off to Libya,
There's a guy I gotta see.
He's been living there three years
now,
In an oil refinery.
I've got my mind made up.
Oh, I 've got my mind made
up.
Call your Ma in Tallahassee
Tell her her baby's on the line.
Tell her not
to worry
Everything is gonna be fine.
Well, I gave you all my money
All my
connections, too.
There ain't nothin' in this world, girl
You can say I didn't give to
you.
I've got my mind made up.
I've got my mind made up.
You will be alright,
girl,
Someone's watchin' over you.
He won't do nothin' to you
Baby that I wouldn't
do.
Well, if you don't want to see me,
Look the other way.
You don't have to
feed me,
I ain't your dog that's gone astray.
I got my mind made up
I got my mind
made up
I got my mind made up
I got my mind made up
I got my mind made up |
