After a while we took in the clothes
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Nobody said very much
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Just some old wild shirts and a couple pairs of pants
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Which nobody really wanted to touch
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Mama come in and picked up a book
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An' Papa asked her what it was
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Someone else asked, "What do you care?"
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Papa said, "Well, just because?"
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Then they started to take back their clothes
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Hang'em on the line
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It was January the thirtieth
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And everybody was feelin' fine.
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The next day, everybody got up
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Seein' if the clothes were dry
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The dogs were barking, a neighbor passed
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Mama, of cource, she said, "Hi"
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"Have you heard the news?" he said with a grin
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"The Vice President's gone mad"
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"Where?" "Downtown." "When?" "Last night"
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"Hmm, say, that's too bad"
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"Well, there's nothing we can do about it," said the neighbor
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"It's just something we're gonna have to forget"
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"Yes, I guess so" said Ma
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Then she asked me if the clothes was still wet.
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I reached up, touched my shirt
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And the neighbor said, "Are those clothes yours?"
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I said, "Some of them, not all of them"
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He said, "Ya always help out around here with the chores ?"
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I said, "Sometime, not all the time"
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Then my neighbor he blew his nose
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Just as papa yelled outside
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"Mama wants you to come back in the house and bring them clothes"
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Well, I just do what I'm told so I did it, of course
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I went back in the house and Mama met me
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And then I shut all the doors.
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Clothes Line Saga
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Bob Dylan |