Don't you roll so slow
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How can I roll when the wheels won't roll?
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I asked that girl, won't you be my wife?
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She fell on her knees,she began to cry.
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The more she cried, the worse I felt
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Till I thought my heart would melt.
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I looked at the sun was a-sinking low.
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I looked at my baby, she was a-walkin' down the road.
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I looked at the sun was a-turning red.
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I looked at my baby, but she bowed her head.
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Don't the sun look lonesome, oh lord lord lord, on the graveyard fence?
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Don't my baby look lonesome when her head is bent?
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Roll on John, don't you roll so slow.
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How can I roll when the wheels won't roll.
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Roll on John, don't you roll so slow.
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How can I roll when the wheels won't roll.
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Roll On John
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| Bob Dylan |
