| Lyrics: | Words and music by Bob Dylan
Down over the window
From the dazzling sunlit
place
Through the back alleys, through the blinds
Another one of the Memphis
days
Honey bees are buzzing
Leaves begin to stir
I'm in love with my second
cousin
I tell myself I could be happy forever with her
I keep listening for
footsteps
But I ain't never hearing any
From the boat, I fish for bullheads
I catch a
lot, sometimes too many
A summer breeze is blowin'
A squall is setting in
Sometimes
it's just plain stupid
To get into any kind of wind
Well the old men 'round
here
Sometimes they get on bad terms
With the younger men,
Old, young, age don't carry
weight
It doesn't matter in the end
One of the boss' hangers-on
Sometimes comes to
call
At times you least expect
Tryin' to bully you, strongarm you,
Inspire you with
fear
It has the opposite effect
There's a new grove of trees on the outskirts of
town
The other one is long gone
10 foot, 2 foot, 6 across
Burns with the bark still
on
They say times are hard
If you don't believe it you can follow your nose
It
don't bother me, times are hard anywhere
We'll just have to see how it goes
My old man,
he's like some feudal lord
He's got more lives than a cat
I've never seen him quarrel with
my mother even once
Things come alive or they fall flat
You can smell the pine wood
burnin'
You can hear the school bell ring
Got to get up near the teacher, if you can
If
you wanna learn anything
Romeo, he said to Juliet, you got a poor complexion
That don't
give your appearance a very youthful touch |
