Down over the window
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From the dazzling sunlit rays
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through the back alleys, through the blinds
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another one of them endless days
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Honey bees are buzzing
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leaves begin to stir
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I'm in love with my second cousin
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I tell myself I could be happy forever with her
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I keep listening for footsteps
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but I ain't never hearing any
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from the boat, I fish for bullheads
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I catch a lot, sometimes too many
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A summer breeze is blowin'
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a squall is setting in
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sometimes it's just plain stupid
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to get into any kind of wind
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Well the old men 'round here
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sometimes they get on bad terms
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with the younger men,
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old, young, age don't carry weight
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it doesn't matter in the end
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One of the boss' hangers-on
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Sometimes comes to call
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At times you least expect
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Tryin' to bully you, strongarm you,
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inspire you with fear
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It has the opposite effect
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There's a new grove of trees on the outskirts of town
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the old one is long gone
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10 foot, 2 foot, 6 across
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Burns with the bark still on
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They say times are hard
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if you don't believe it you can follow your nose
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it don't bother me, times are hard anywhere
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we'll just have to see how it goes
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My old man, he's like some feudal lord
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he's got more lives than a cat
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I've never seen him quarrel with my mother even once
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things come alive or they fall flat
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You can smell the pine wood burnin'
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you can hear the school bell ring
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got to get up near the teacher, if you can
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if you wanna learn anything
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Romeo, he said to Juliet, you got a poor complexion
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it don't give you an appearance or a youthful touch
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Juliet said back to Romeo,
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why don't you just shove off,
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if it bothers you so much
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They got outta here any way they could
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Cold rain can give you the shivers
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they went down the Ohio, the Cumberland, the Tennessee,
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all the rest of them rebel rivers
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If you ever try to interfere with me
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or cross my path again,
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you do so at the peril of your life
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I'm not quite as cool, or forgiving as I sound
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I've seen enough heartache and strife
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My grandfather was a duck trapper,
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he could do it with just dragnets and ropes (?)
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my grandmother could sew new dresses out of old cloth,
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I don't know if they had any dreams or hopes.
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I had 'em once, though I suppose
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To go along with all the ring dancing,
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Christmas carols and all the Christmas eves
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I left all my dreams and hopes
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buried under tobacco leaves
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Not always easy kicking someone up
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got to wait awhile, it can be an unpleasant task
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sometimes somebody wants you to give something up
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And tears or not, it's too much to ask.
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Floater
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Bob Dylan |