Now, I try, oh for so awf'ly long
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And I just try to be.
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And now, oh it's a gold mine
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But it's so fine.
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Yes, but I know in my head
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That we're all so misled,
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And it's that ol' sign on the cross
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That worries me.
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Now, when I was just a bawlin' child,
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I saw what I wanted to be,
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And it's all for the sake
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Of that picture I should see.
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But I was lost on the moon
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As I heard that front door slam,
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And that old sign on the cross
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Still worries me.
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Well, it's that old sign on the cross,
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Well, it's that old key to the kingdom,
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Well, it's that old sign on the cross
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Like you used to be.
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But, when I hold my head so high
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As I see my ol' friends go by,
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And it's still that sign on the cross
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That worries me.
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Well, it seems to be the sign on the cross. Ev'ry day,
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ev'ry night, see the sign on the cross just layin' up
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on top of the hill. Yes, we thought it might have
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disappeared long ago, but I'm here to tell you, friends,
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that I'm afraid it's lyin' there still. Yes, just a
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little time is all you need, you might say, but I don't
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know 'bout that any more, because the bird is here and
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you might want to enter it, but, of course, the door might
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be closed. But I just would like to tell you one time,
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if I don't see you again, that the thing is, that the sign
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on the cross is the thing you might need the most.
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Yes, the sign on the cross
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Is just a sign on the cross.
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Well, there is some on every chisel
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And there is some in the championship, too.
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Oh, when your, when your days are numbered
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And your nights are long,
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You might think you're weak
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But I mean to say you're strong.
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Yes you are, if that sign on the cross,
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If it begins to worry you.
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Well, that's all right because sing a song
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And all your troubles will pass right on through.
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Sign On The Cross
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Bob Dylan |