| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Well, the pressure's down, the boss ain't here,
He gone North, he ain't
around,
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here after
sundown.
By the way, that's a cute hat,
And that smile's so hard to resist
But what's
a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
You know, I once knew a woman who looked
like you,
She wanted a whole man, not just a half,
She used to call me sweet daddy when I
was only a child,
You kind of remind me of her when you laugh.
In order to deal in this
game, got to make the queen disappear,
It's done with a flick of the wrist.
What's a
sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
You know, a woman like you should be at
home,
That's where you belong,
Watching out for someone who loves you true
Who would
never do you wrong.
Just how much abuse will you be able to take?
Well, there's no way to
tell by that first kiss.
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
You
know you can make a name for yourself,
You can hear them tires squeal,
You can be known as
the most beautiful woman
Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal.
You know,
news of you has come down the line
Even before ya came in the door.
They say in your
father's house, there's many mansions
Each one of them got a fireproof floor.
Snap out of
it, baby, people are jealous of you,
They smile to your face, but behind your back they
hiss.
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
Got to be an important
person to be in here, honey,
Got to have done some evil deed,
Got to have your own harem
when you come in the door,
Got to play your harp until your lips bleed.
They say
that patriotism is the last refuge
To which a scoundrel clings.
Steal a little and they
throw you in jail,
Steal a lot and they make you king.
There's only one step down from
here, baby,
It's called the land of permanent bliss.
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in
a dump like this |
