Bob Dylan
A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
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Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
 
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House Of The Rising Sun
 
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It's All Over Now, Baby Blue

Knockin' On Heaven's Door
 
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                                              A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

                                      Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
                                   Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
                                  I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
                                 I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
                                    I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
                                    I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
                                I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
                                And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
                                         And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

                                      Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
                                    Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
                                  I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
                                    I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
                                   I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
                                I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
                                     I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
                               I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
                              I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
                                 And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
                                         And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

                                     And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
                                    And what did you hear, my darling young one?
                                 I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
                               Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
                              Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
                                  Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
                                Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
                                   Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
                                   Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
                                 And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
                                         And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

                                     Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
                                      Who did you meet, my darling young one?
                                       I met a young child beside a dead pony,
                                     I met a white man who walked a black dog,
                                   I met a young woman whose body was burning,
                                     I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
                                      I met one man who was wounded in love,
                                  I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
                                   And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
                                           It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

                                     Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
                                    Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
                                    I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
                                   I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
                               Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
                                 Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
                               Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
                                  Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
                                   Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
                                 Where black is the color, where none is the number,
                                  And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
                                 And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
                                    Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
                                    But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
                                   And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
                                           It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
                                       Don't Think Twice, It's All Right

                                     It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
                                             It don't matter, anyhow
                                   An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
                                            If you don't know by now
                                   When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
                                       Look out your window and I'll be gone
                                         You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on
                                           Don't think twice, it's all right

                                     It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
                                            That light I never knowed
                                   An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
                                         I'm on the dark side of the road
                                 Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
                                   To try and make me change my mind and stay
                                      We never did too much talkin' anyway
                                         So don't think twice, it's all right

                                      It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
                                            Like you never did before
                                      It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
                                            I can't hear you any more
                               I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the road
                                       I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
                                    I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
                                         But don't think twice, it's all right

                                  I'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babe
                                           Where I'm bound, I can't tell
                                       But goodbye's too good a word, gal
                                           So I'll just say fare thee well
                                        I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
                                    You could have done better but I don't mind
                                      You just kinda wasted my precious time
                                         But don't think twice, it's all right
                                      House Of The Rising Sun

                                     There is a house in New Orleans
                                            They call it the rising sun
                                     And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
                                           And oh God, I know I'm one

                                             My mother was a tailor
                                          She sewed my new blue jeans
                                          My father was a gamlin' man
                                           Way down in New Orleans

                                       Now the only thing a gambler needs
                                            Is a suitcase and a trunk
                                       And the only time that he's satisfied
                                            Is when he's all a-drunk

                                           Oh mother, tell your children
                                            Not to do as I have done
                                      And spend your lives in sin and misery
                                          In the house of the rising sun

                                       Well I've got one foot on the platform
                                            The other foot on the train
                                       And I'm going back to New Orleans
                                           To wear that ball and chain

                                       Well there is a house in New Orleans
                                             They call the rising sun
                                     And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
                                           And oh God, I know I'm one
                                         It's All Over Now, Baby Blue

                          You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
                                But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
                                      Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
                                           Crying like a fire in the sun.
                                      Look out the saints are comin' through
                                         And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

                                The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
                                  Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
                                    The empty-handed painter from your streets
                                     Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
                                        This sky, too, is folding under you
                                         And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

                                   All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
                                    All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
                                      The lover who just walked out your door
                                     Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
                                       The carpet, too, is moving under you
                                         And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

                             Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
                                 Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
                                     The vagabond who's rapping at your door
                                   Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
                                       Strike another match, go start anew
                                         And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
                                       Knockin' On Heaven's Door

                                          Mama, take this badge off of me
                                             I can't use it anymore.
                                      It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
                                      I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

                                     Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
                                     Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
                                     Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
                                     Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

                                        Mama, put my guns in the ground
                                           I can't shoot them anymore.
                                       That long black cloud is comin' down
                                      I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

                                     Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
                                     Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
                                     Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
                                     Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
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