I listened to a lecture of nonsense 'til dawn By a plagiary poet with dark glasses on He said, "How did you ever dream up that song The one where the
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe There's people always dying, trying to keep 'em alive His body's decomposing in containers
My friend you were the model, a priceless work of art Boys would fashion their emotions to the pattern of your heart And I heard you wrote that record
There's a skinny dog in a dirty parking lot And he doesn't bite but he begs And he knows what's true, so if you are he'll follow you If you're headed
Come on in, my weary friend the welcome here is endless These fears of yours like painted whores they will not stay the night If all your life, you've
It's not the road we used to know They tore some buildings down The traffic's like a pack of dogs There's fewer trees, windows, fleas Concrete on the
Four strong winds that blow lonely seven seas that run high All these things that don't change come what may But my good times are all gone and I'm bound
Refrain: Four strong winds that blow long Seven seas that run high All these things that won't change Come what may Well, our good times are all gone
Summer came around early this year And winter swung around soon after The scent of spring was high with fear The autumn crows call disaster Because the
Four strong winds that blow lonely seven seas that run high All these things that won't change come what may But our good times are all gone and I'm bound
The sky of destiny's still rainin' Your eyes are open, they don't lie The sky is covered with the clouds Brought here finally by four wind Four winds
Chorus: Blow ye four winds Softly calling Bring her my way again I can't stop this falling No woman like the one I found Can lift me up and knock me
Four strong winds that blow lonely seven seas that run dry All these things that don't change come what may But my good times are all gone and I'm bound
The year was ?65 Outside your room was where I?d lie To hear those Dylan tunes In the afternoon We never seemed to share a point of view and thunderclouds
Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that run high All these things that won't change come what may But our good times are all gone And I'm
Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high All these things that don't change come what may Now our good times are all gone, and I'm
Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that run high All these things that won?t change Come what may But our good times are all gone And I?m
