Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can't jump it
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Sometimes it gets so hard, you see
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I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet
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With all these promises you left for me
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But where are you tonight, sweet Marie ?
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Well, I waited for you when I was half sick
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Yes, I waited for you when you hated me
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Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic
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When you knew I had some other place to be
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Now where are you tonight, sweet Marie ?
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Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously
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But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.
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Well, six white horses that you did promise
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Were fin'ly delivered down to the penitentiary
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But to live outside the law, you must be honest
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I know you always say that you agree
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But where are you tonight, sweet Marie ?
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Well I don't know how it happened
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But the river-boat captain he knows my fate
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But ev'rybody else, even yourself
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They're just gonna have to wait.
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Well, I got the fever down in my pockets
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The Persian drunkard, he follows me
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Yes, I can take him to your house but I can't unlock it
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You see, you forgot to leave me with the key
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Oh, where are you tonight, sweet Marie ?
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Now, I been in jail when all my mail showed
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That a man can't give his address out to bad company
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And now I stand here lookin' at your yellow railroad
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In the ruins of your balcony
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Wond'ring where you are tonight, sweet Marie ?
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Absolutely Sweet Marie
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| Bob Dylan |
