Woke up one day and made his way down to the water front as he did all the days in his 44 years as longs as the ships made it in stands for a cause
How cold can a heart become Before it crumbles Or decides to stay numb I know what it's like to feel cold I don't wanna die alone 'cause I can't stand
A miner was leaving her home for work when she heard a little child scream She went to the side of the little girl's bed "Oh momma, I've had such a dream
Live Written by Bukka White, rewritten by Bob Dylan Feeling funny in my mind, Lord, I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die Feeling funny in my mind
Do you pray? Do you fall On your knees when everything goes wrong? Go back to the word In the good book you heard That will save you a place somewhere
We are the common not fifth and disgrace. You were no better if you saw it that way. Lock up your scapegoats, shut out the lights. Lock up your secrets
Downright hopelessness When the wrath of consequence comes knocking on that old front door And we count the ways, the seconds have fallen into place
Some days we're ripped and torn away From the shore and tossed to a watery grave Set adrift in the depths of the drink in the hands of the gods we curse
She is not the type that will talk the talk despite over how and where she'll waltz when apparent duty calls. I am overly enthralled and delivered from
How would we have known we would wash away. It's two solemn searching souls together to the sea. Amongst the creatures underneath the deepening. Hold
Live Music by Hot Water Music, words by Chuck Ragan Transgressions are made while cowards convey with a demon's ear, fixed and set to slay. While the
Where are the ones who carry the guns to the far away lands with the blackened suns from the smokened narrow minds. The half-truth trails and the holy
