Well, today has been a sad and lonesome day
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Yeah, today has been a sad and lonesome day
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I'm just sitting here thinking with my mind a million miles away
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Well, they're doing the double shuffle, throwing sand on the floor
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They're doing the double shuffle, they're throwing sand on the floor
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When I left my longtime darling, she was standing in the door
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Well, my pa he died and left me, my brother got killed in the war
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Well, my pa he died and left me, my brother got killed in the war
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My sister she ran off and got married, never was heard of anymore
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Samantha Brown lived in my house for 'bout four or five months
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Samantha Brown lived in my house for 'bout four or five months
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Don't know how it looked to other people, I never slept with her even once
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Well the road washed out, weather not fit for man or beast
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Well the road washed out, weather not fit for man or beast
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Funny, the things you have the hardest time parting with, are the things you need the least
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Well, I'm forty miles from the mill, I'm dropping it into overdrive
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I'm forty miles from the mill, I'm dropping it into overdrive
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Set my dial on the radio, I wish my mother was still alive
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I seen your lover-man coming, coming across the barren fields
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I see your lover-man coming, coming across the barren fields
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He not a gentleman at all, he's rotten to the core, he's a coward and he's
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steel
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Well my captain he's decorated, he's well-schooled and he's skilled
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My captain he's decorated, he's well-schooled and he's skilled
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He's not sentimental, don't bother him at all; how many of his pals have been killed.
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Last night the wind was whispering, I was trying to make out what it was
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Last night the wind was whispering something, I was trying to make out what it was
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Yeh I tell myself something's coming, but it never does
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I'm going to spare the defeated, I'm going to speak to the crowd
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I'm going to spare the defeated, 'cause I'm going to speak to the crowd
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I'm going to teach peace to the conquered, I'm going to tame the proud
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Well, the leaves are rustling in the wood, things are falling off of the shelf
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Leaves are rustling in the wood, things are falling off the shelf
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You're gonna need my help sweetheart, you can't make love all by yourself.
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Lonesome Day Blues
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Bob Dylan |