| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
Can't help but wonder what's
happenin' to my companions,
Are they lost or are they found, have they counted the cost it'll
take to bring
down
All their earthly principles they're gonna have to
abandon?
There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.
I had a woman down in
Alabama,
She was a backwoods girl, but she sure was realistic,
She said, "Boy, without a
doubt, have to quit your mess and straighten out,
You could die down here, be just another
accident statistic."
There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.
All that
foreign oil controlling American soil,
Look around you, it's just bound to make you
embarrassed.
Sheiks walkin' around like kings, wearing fancy jewels and nose
rings,
Deciding America's future from Amsterdam and to Paris
And there's a slow, slow
train comin' up around the bend.
Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't
apply no more,
You can't rely no more to be standin' around waitin'
In the home of the
brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave,
Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate
Satan
And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.
Big-time
negotiators, false healers and woman haters,
Masters of the bluff and masters of the
proposition
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,
All non-believers and men
stealers talkin' in the name of religion
And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the
bend.
People starving and thirsting, grain elevators are bursting
Oh, you know it
costs more to store the food than it do to give it.
They say lose your inhibitions, follow your
own ambitions,
They talk about a life of brotherly love, show me someone who knows how to
live it. There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.
Well, my baby went
to Illinois with some bad-talkin' boy she could destroy
A real suicide case, but there was
nothin' I could do to stop it,
I don't care about economy, I don't care about
astronomy
But it sure do bother me to see my loved ones turning into puppets,
There's a
slow, slow train comin' up around the bend |
