Bad news, bad news,
| Come to me where I sleep,
| Turn, turn, turn again.
| Sayin' one of your friends
| Is in trouble deep,
| Turn, turn to the rain
| And the wind.
|
| Tell me the trouble,
| Tell once to my ear,
| Turn, turn, turn again.
| Joliet prison
| And ninety-nine years,
| Turn, turn to the rain
| And the wind.
|
| Oh what's the charge
| Of how this came to be,
| Turn, turn, turn again.
| Manslaughter
| In the highest of degree,
| Turn, turn to the rain
| And the wind.
|
| I sat down and wrote
| The best words I could write,
| Turn, turn, turn again.
| Explaining to the judge
| I'd be there on Wednesday night,
| Turn, turn to the rain
| And the wind.
|
| Without a reply,
| I left by the moon,
| Turn, turn, turn again.
| And was in his chambers
| By the next afternoon,
| Turn, turn to the rain
| And the wind.
|
| Could ya tell me the facts?
| I said without fear,
| Turn, turn, turn again.
| That a friend of mine
| Would get ninety-nine years,
| Turn, turn to the rain
| And the wind.
|
| A crash on the highway
| Flew the car to a field,
| Turn, turn, turn again.
| There was four persons killed
| And he was at the wheel,
| Turn, turn to the rain
| And the wind.
|
| But I knew him as good
| As I'm knowin' myself,
| Turn, turn, turn again.
| And he wouldn't harm a life
| That belonged to someone else,
| Turn, turn to the rain
| And the wind.
|
| The judge spoke
| Out of the side of his mouth,
| Turn, turn, turn again.
| Sayin', "The witness who saw,
| He left little doubt,"
| Turn, turn to the rain
| And the wind.
|
| That may be true,
| He's got a sentence to serve,
| Turn, turn, turn again.
| But ninety-nine years,
| He just don't deserve,
| Turn, turn to the rain
| And the wind.
|
| Too late, too late,
| For his case it is sealed,
| Turn, turn, turn again.
| His sentence is passed
| And it cannot be repealed,
| Turn, turn to the rain
| And the wind.
|
| But he ain't no criminal
| And his crime it is none,
| Turn, turn, turn again.
| What happened to him
| Could happen to anyone,
| Turn, turn to the rain
| And the wind.
|
| And at that the judge jerked forward
| And his face it did freeze,
| Turn, turn, turn again.
| Sayin', "Could you kindly leave
| My office now, please,"
| Turn, turn to the rain
| And the wind.
|
| Well his eyes looked funny
| And I stood up so slow,
| Turn, turn, turn again.
| With no other choice
| Except for to go,
| Turn, turn to the rain
| And the wind.
|
| I walked down the hallway
| And I heard his door slam,
| Turn, turn, turn again.
| I walked down the courthouse stairs
| And I did not understand,
| Turn, turn to the rain
| And the wind.
|
| And I played my guitar
| Through the night to the day,
| Turn, turn, turn again.
| And the only tune
| My guitar could play
| Was, "Oh the Cruel Rain
| And the Wind."
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| Percy's Song
| | Bob Dylan |
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