| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha
Meet me in the morning, 56th
and Wabasha
Honey, we could be in Kansas
By time the snow begins to thaw.
They
say the darkest hour is right before the dawn
They say the darkest hour is right before the
dawn
But you wouldn't know it by me
Every day's been darkness since you been
gone.
Little rooster crowin', there must be something on his mind
Little rooster
crowin', there must be something on his mind
Well, I feel just like that rooster
Honey, ya
treat me so unkind.
The birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed
Well, the
birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed
Well now, I ain't got any matches
And
the station doors are closed.
Well, I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail fall
from above
Well, I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail fall from above
Well, you
know I even outran the hound dogs
Honey, you know I've earned your love.
Look at the
sun sinkin' like a ship
Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship
Ain't that just like my heart,
babe
When you kissed my lips |
