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
Im in love with my second cousin
I tell myself I could be happy forever with her
I keep listening for footsteps
But I aint 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 its 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 dont carry weight
It doesnt 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
Theres 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 dont believe it you can follow your nose
It dont bother me, times are hard anywhere
Well just have to see how it goes
My old man, hes like some feudal lord
Hes got more lives than a cat
Ive 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 dont give your appearance a very youthful touch
Juliet said back to romeo,
Why dont you just shove off,
If it bothers you so much
They all got outta here any way they could
Cold rain can give you the shivers
They went down the ohio, the cumberland, the tennessee,
All the rest of them rebel rivers
If you ever try to interfere with me
Or cross my path again,
You do so at the peril of your life
Im not quite as cool, or forgiving as I sound
Ive seen enough heartache and strife
My grandfather was a duck trapper,
He could do it with just dragnets and ropes
My grandmother could sew new dresses out of old cloth,
I dont know if they had any dreams or hopes
I had em once, though I suppose
To go along with all the ring dancing,
Christmas carols and all the christmas eves
I left all my dreams and hopes
Buried under tobacco leaves
Not always easy kicking someone out
Got to wait awhile, it can be an unpleasant task
Sometimes somebody wants you to give something up
And tears or not, its too much to ask
