| Lyrics: | Words and Music by Bob Dylan)
Well, today has been a sad and lonesome day
Yeah,
today has been a sad and lonesome day
I'm just sitting here thinking with my mind a million
miles away
Well, they're doing the double shuffle, throwing sand on the
floor
They're doing the double shuffle, they're throwing sand on the floor
When I left my
longtime darling, she was standing in the door
Well, my pa he died and left me, my
brother got killed in the war
Well, my pa he died and left me, my brother got killed in the
war
My sister she ran off and got married, never was heard of anymore
Samantha Brown
lived in my house for 'bout four or five months
Samantha Brown lived in my house for 'bout four
or five months
Don't know how it looked to other people, I never slept with her even
once
Well the road washed out, weather not fit for man or beast
Well the road's
washed out, weather not fit for man or beast
Funny, the things you have the hardest time
parting with, are the things you need the least
Well, I'm forty miles from the mill, I'm
dropping it into overdrive
I'm forty miles from the mill, I'm dropping it into
overdrive
Set my dial on the radio I wish my mother was still alive
I seen your
lover-man comin', comin' across the barren fields
I see your lover-man comin', comin' 'cross
the barren fields
He not a gentleman at all, he's rotten to the core, he's a coward and he
steals
Well my captain he's decorated, he's well-schooled and he's skilled
My
captain he's decorated, he's well-schooled and he's skilled
He's not sentimental, don't bother
him at all; how many of his pals have been killed.
Last night the wind was whispering, I
was trying to make out what it was
Last night the wind was whispering something, I was trying
to make out what it was
Yeah I tell myself something's coming, but it never does
I'm
going to spare the defeated, I'm going to speak to the crowd
I'm going to spare the defeated,
boys I'm going to speak to the crowd
I'm going to teach peace to the conquered, I'm going to
tame the proud
Well, the leaves are rustling in the wood, things are falling off of the
shelf
Leaves are rustling in the wood, things are falling off the shelf
You're gonna need
my help sweetheart, you can't make love all by yourself |
