Summer days, summer nights are gone
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Summer days and summer nights are gone
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I know a place where there's still somethin' going on
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I've got a house on the hill, I got hogs out in the mud
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I've got a house on the hill, I got hogs all out in the mud
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I've got a long haired woman, she got royal Indian blood
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Everybody get ready, lift up your glasses and sing
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Everybody get ready, lift up your glasses and sing
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Well I'm standin' on the table, I'm proposin' a toast to the king
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I'm driving in the flats in a Cadillac car
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The girls all say "You're a worn out star"
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My pockets are loaded, and I'm spending every dime
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How can you say you love someone else,
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you know it's me all the time
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Well the fog's so thick you can't spy the land
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Well the fog's so thick that you can't even spy the land
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what good are you anyway if you can't stand up to some old businessman
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Weddin' bells are ringin' and the choir is beginning to sing
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Yes, the weddin' bells are ringin' and the choir's beginning to sing
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What looks good in the day, at night is another thing
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She's looking in to my eyes, and she's a-holding my hand
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She looks in to my eyes, she's holding my hand
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she say, "you can't repeat the past,"
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I say "You can't? What do you mean you can't?
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Of course you can."
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Where do you come from, where do you go?
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Sorry, that is nothing you would need to know
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Well, my back's been to the wall so long it seems like it's stuck
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Why don't you break my heart one more time, just for good luck
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I got eight carburators and boys I'm usin' 'em all
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well, I got eight carburators and boys I'm usin' 'em all
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I'm short on gas, my motor's startin' to stall
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My dogs are barking, there must be someone around
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My dogs are barking, there must be someone around
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I got my hammer ringin' pretty baby, but the nails ain't goin' down
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If you got something to say, speak or hold your peace
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Well, if you got something to say, speak now or hold your peace
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If it's information you want, you can get it from the police
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Politician's got on his joggin' shoes
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he must be runnin' for office, got no time to lose
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suckin' the blood out of the genius of generosity
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you been rollin' your eyes, you been teasin' me
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Standin' by God's river my soul's beginning to shake
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Standin' by God's river my soul's beginning to shake
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I'm countin' on you, love, to gimme a break
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I'm leaving in the morning, as soon as the dark clouds lift
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I'm leaving in the morning, as soon as the dark clouds lift
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I'm breakin' the roof, set fire to the place as a partin' gift
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Summer days, summer nights are gone
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Summer days, summer nights are gone
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I know a place where there's still something goin' on.
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Summer Days
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Bob Dylan |