There must be some way out of here Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion I can't get no relief Businessmen, they drink my wine Plowmen
Close your eyes, close the door You don't have to worry anymore I'll be your baby tonight Shut the light, shut the shade You don't have to be afraid
Dear landlord Please don't put a price on my soul My burden is heavy My dreams are beyond control When that steamboat whistle blows I'm gonna give you
"Oh, help me in my weakness" I heard the drifter say As they carried him from the courtroom And were taking him away "My trip hasn't been a pleasant
Down along the cove I spied my true love comin' my way Down along the cove I spied my true love comin' my way I say, "Lord, have mercy, mama It sure
Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest They were the best of friends So when Frankie Lee needed money one day Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens And
John Wesley Harding Was a friend to the poor He traveled with a gun In every hand All along this countryside He opened a many a door But he was never
I am a lonesome hobo without family or friends Where another man's life might begin that's exactly where mine ends I have tried my hand at bribery, blackmail
As I went out one morning To breathe the air around Tom Paines I spied the fairest damsel That ever did walk in chains I offered her my hand She took
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine alive as you or me Tearing through these quarters in the utmost misery With a blanket underneath his arm and coat of solid
There was a wicked messenger, from Eli he did come With a mind that multiplied the smallest matter When questioned who had sent for him He answered with
I pity the poor immigrant Who wishes he would've stayed home Who uses all his power to do evil But in the end is always left so alone That man whom with
At night, he sits alone and he's looking at the stars He listens to them playing guitars Him and Phil go back a long long way They talked about marching
John Wesley Harding Was a friend to the poor, He trav'led with a gun in ev'ry hand. All along this countryside, He opened a many a door, But he was never
Перевод: Дилан, Боб. Джон Уэсли Хардинг.
Перевод: Джон Уэсли Хардинг. Фил Окс, Боб Дилан, Стив Гудман, Дэвид Блу And Me.
