Words by Bob Dylan
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Music by Rick Danko
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If your memory serves you well
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We were going to meet again and wait
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So I'm going to unpack all my things
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And sit before it gets too late
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No man alive will comfort you
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With another tale to tell
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But you know that we shall meet again
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If your memory serves you well
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This wheel's on fire
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Rolling down the road
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Best notify my next of kin
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This wheel shall explode
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If your memory serves you well
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I was going to confiscate your lace
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and wrap it up in a sailor's knot
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And hide it in your case
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If I knew for sure that it was yours
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But it was oh so hard to tell
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But you knew that we would meet again
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If your memory serves you well
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This wheel's on fire
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Rolling down the road
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Best notify my next of kin
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This wheel shall explode
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If your memory serves you well
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You'll remember you're the one
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That called on them to call on him
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To get your favors done
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And after every plan had failed
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And there was nothing more to tell
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You knew that we would meet again
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If your memory serves you well
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This wheel's on fire
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Rolling down the road
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Best notify my next of kin
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This wheel shall explode
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This Wheel's On Fire
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| The Byrds |
