Words and Music by Jakob Dylan
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She told you about it through a broken bleeding windpipe.
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It shook your bones and made your life feel skintight.
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Well, Sidewalk Annie
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Now your coattails have come undone,
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Your whisper's a scream now
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Since you don't speak to anyone.
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The howlin' winds could never care what she liked,
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Rhythm and Blues or A Stranger In The Night
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It tore up the trailer with the sounds of a howlin' wolf,
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The cellar was stone, even the garden was bulletproof.
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Well, Sidewalk Annie
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Now your coattails have come undone,
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Your whisper's a scream now
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Since you don't speak to anyone
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Little girl in your white ice skates,
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We've seen your face walkin' around the old school gates,
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With a hand on your hip and the other one on your head,
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You realized it wasn't gone, but lost instead.
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Sidewalk Annie
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Now your coattails have come undone.
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Your whisper's a scream now
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Since you don't speak to anyone.
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Invested a nickel into the banks of a wishing well
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And blew out the candles and hoped for somethin' that she could, she
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could sell.
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Sidewalk Annie
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Now your coattails have come undone.
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Your whisper's a scream now
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Since you don't speak to anyone.
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Sidewalk Annie
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