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Bob Dylan - Masters of War (Live-1978) from Nashville, Tennessee 2 Dec 1978 "Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks You that never done nothin' But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain You fasten the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion As young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud You've thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I'm young You might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know Though I'm younger than you Even Jesus would never Forgive what you do Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul And I hope that you die And your death'll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand o'er your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead" Tags: bob dylan masters of war live the freewheelin 1963 1978 |
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Bob Dylan - Hard Times (1993) 28 April 1993 Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears While we all sup sorrow with the poor. There's a song that will linger forever in our ears, Oh, hard times, come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary. Hard times, hard times, come again no more. Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door. Oh, hard times, come again no more. While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay. There are frail forms fainting at the door. Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say. Oh, hard times, come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary. Hard times, hard times, come again no more. Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door. Oh, hard times, come again no more. There's pale drooping maiden who foils her life away With a worn out heart, whose better days are o'er. Though her voice it would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day, Oh, hard times, come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary. Hard times, hard times, come again no more. Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door. Oh, hard times, come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary. Hard times, hard times, come again no more. Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door. Oh, hard times, come again no more. Tags: bob dylan hard times good as been to you traditional 1992 1993 |
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Bob Dylan - Forever Young (1993) 18 Nov 1993 "May God bless and keep you always, May your wishes all come true, May you always do for others And let others do for you. May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung, May you stay forever young, Forever young, forever young, May you stay forever young. May you grow up to be righteous, May you grow up to be true, May you always know the truth And see the lights surrounding you. May you always be courageous, Stand upright and be strong, May you stay forever young, Forever young, forever young, May you stay forever young. May your hands always be busy, May your feet always be swift, May you have a strong foundation When the winds of changes shift. May your heart always be joyful, May your song always be sung, May you stay forever young, Forever young, forever young, May you stay forever young" Tags: bob dylan forever young planet waves 1973 1974 1993 |
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Bob Dylan - One More Cup of Coffee (Valley Below) 1975RTR 4 Dec 1975 from Renaldo and Clara filmed 1975 - released 1978 "Your breath is sweet Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky. Your back is straight, your hair is smooth On the pillow where you lie. But I don't sense affection No gratitude or love Your loyalty is not to me But to the stars above. One more cup of coffee for the road, One more cup of coffee 'fore I go To the valley below. Your daddy he's an outlaw And a wanderer by trade He'll teach you how to pick and choose And how to throw the blade. He oversees his kingdom So no stranger does intrude His voice it trembles as he calls out For another plate of food. One more cup of coffee for the road, One more cup of coffee 'fore I go To the valley below. Your sister sees the future Like your mama and yourself. You've never learned to read or write There's no books upon your shelf. And your pleasure knows no limits Your voice is like a meadowlark But your heart is like an ocean Mysterious and dark. One more cup of coffee for the road, One more cup of coffee 'fore I go To the valley below" Tags: bob dylan one more cup of coffee valley below rolling thunder revue live desire 1975 |
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Bob Dylan - Knockin' on Heaven's Door (1975-RTR) 4 Nov 1975 From Renaldo and Clara filmed 1975 - released 1978 "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" Tags: bob dylan knockin on heavens door live rolling thunder revue pat garrett and billy the kid 1973 1976 |
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Bob Dylan - Just Like A Woman - (1975-RTR) 4 Nov 1975 - Providence From Renaldo and Clara filmed 1975 - released 1978 those glances... Ronee Blakley plays "Mrs Dylan" "Nobody feels any pain Tonight as I stand inside the rain Ev'rybody knows That Baby's got new clothes But lately I see her ribbons and her bows Have fallen from her curls. She takes just like a woman, yes, she does She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl. Queen Mary, she's my friend Yes, I believe I'll go see her again Nobody has to guess That Baby can't be blessed Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls. She takes just like a woman, yes, she does She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl. It was raining from the first And I was dying there of thirst So I came in here And your long-time curse hurts But what's worse Is this pain in here I can't stay in here Ain't it clear that-- I just can't fit Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit When we meet again Introduced as friends Please don't let on that you knew me when I was hungry and it was your world. Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do You make love just like a woman, yes, you do Then you ache just like a woman But you break just like a little girl" Tags: bob dylan just like woman live rolling thunder revue blonde on 1966 1976 sara |
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Bob Dylan/The Band - I Pity The Poor Immigrant (1969-IOW) from The Isle of Wight Festival Sunday 31 Aug 1969 "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 his fingers cheats And who lies with ev'ry breath, Who passionately hates his life And likewise, fears his death. I pity the poor immigrant Whose strength is spent in vain, Whose heaven is like Ironsides, Whose tears are like rain, Who eats but is not satisfied, Who hears but does not see, Who falls in love with wealth itself And turns his back on me. I pity the poor immigrant Who tramples through the mud, Who fills his mouth with laughing And who builds his town with blood, Whose visions in the final end Must shatter like the glass. I pity the poor immigrant When his gladness comes to pass" Tags: bob dylan pity the poor immigrant live isle of wight band john wesley harding 1967 1969 |
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Bob Dylan/The Band - One Too Many Mornings (1969-IOW) from The Isle of Wight Festival Sunday 31 Aug 1969 "Down the street the dogs are barkin' And the day is a-gettin' dark. As the night comes in a-fallin', The dogs 'll lose their bark. An' the silent night will shatter From the sounds inside my mind, For I'm one too many mornings And a thousand miles behind. From the crossroads of my doorstep, My eyes they start to fade, As I turn my head back to the room Where my love and I have laid. An' I gaze back to the street, The sidewalk and the sign, And I'm one too many mornings An' a thousand miles behind. It's a restless hungry feeling That don't mean no one no good, When ev'rything I'm a-sayin' You can say it just as good. You're right from your side, I'm right from mine. We're both just one too many mornings An' a thousand miles behind" Tags: bob dylan the band one too many mornings live isle of wight times they are changin 1964 1969 |
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The Band - Time To Kill (1970) Syria Mosque - Pittsburgh Nov 1970 The many roads i've covered, The many trails i've burned, But when our paths did cross, love, whew! My whole world made a turn. And we've got time to kill, What a thrill, June and july. We've got all our love, Buckets of, The tears that we cried. Now we don't cry no more, Gonna bolt the door. Don't know what we've got, But it feels like a lot, We don't need no more. When my day's work is done We can take in a jamboree, But i just wanna sit down by the fire With my love right here beside me. We've got time to kill, Catskill, Sweet by and by. We've got all our love, The sky above, The twinkle in your eye. Now where the wheel might roll Is where my love and i shall go. We're gonna plant the seed, There ain't nothing we need, We found our own rainbow. My love wants to have her fortune read And i know that she's in a hurry. If we go along the straight and narrow, You don't even have to worry. We've got time to kill, Standin' still, Go on, give it a try! We've got all our love, Mountains of, The trees are so high. We don't need no big car, Don't eat no caviar. When we come to rest We take to the nest You know where we are. Tags: the band time to kill live stage fright 1970 |
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The Band - This Wheel's On Fire (1970) Syria Mosque - Pittsburgh Nov 1970 If your mem'ry serves you well, We were goin' to meet again and wait, So I'm goin' to unpack all my things And sit before it gets too late. No man alive will come to you With another tale to tell, But you know that we shall meet again If your mem'ry serves you well. This wheel's on fire, Rolling down the road, Best notify my next of kin, This wheel shall explode! If your mem'ry serves you well, I was goin' to confiscate your lace, And wrap it up in a sailor's knot And hide it in your case. If I knew for sure that it was yours . . . But it was oh so hard to tell. But you knew that we would meet again, If your mem'ry serves you well. This wheel's on fire, Rolling down the road, Best notify my next of kin, This wheel shall explode! If your mem'ry serves you well, You'll remember you're the one That called on me to call on them To get you your favors done. And after ev'ry plan had failed And there was nothing more to tell, You knew that we would meet again, If your mem'ry served you well. This wheel's on fire, Rolling down the road, Best notify my next of kin, This wheel shall explode! Tags: the band bob dylan this wheels on fire live music from big pink 1967 1968 1970 |
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Bob Dylan (2003) Jack Fate and his band "A Twist of Fate" O, I wish I was in the land of cotton Old times there are not forgotten Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. In Dixie Land where I was born in Early on one frosty mornin' Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. O, I wish I was in Dixie! Hooray! Hooray! In Dixie Land I'll take my stand To live and die in Dixie Away, away, Away down south in Dixie Tags: bob dylan |
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Bob Dylan - When He Returns (1980) Live-Massey Hall, Toronto 20 April 1980 "The iron hand it ain't no match for the iron rod, The strongest wall will crumble and fall to a mighty God. For all those who have eyes and all those who have ears It is only He who can reduce me to tears. Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn For like a thief in the night, He'll replace wrong with right When He returns. Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through, He unleashed His power at an unknown hour that no one knew. How long can I listen to the lies of prejudice? How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness? Can I cast it aside, all this loyalty and this pride? Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease Until He returns? Surrender your crown on this blood-stained ground, take off your mask, He sees your deeds, He knows your needs even before you ask. How long can you falsify and deny what is real? How long can you hate yourself for the weakness you conceal? Of every earthly plan that be known to man, He is unconcerned, He's got plans of His own to set up His throne When He returns" Tags: bob dylan when he returns live slow train coming 1979 1980 |
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Bob Dylan - Oh Sister (1975) from "world of john hammond" 10 Sept 1975 "Oh, sister, when I come to lie in your arms You should not treat me like a stranger. Our Father would not like the way that you act And you must realize the danger. Oh, sister, am I not a brother to you And one deserving of affection? And is our purpose not the same on this earth, To love and follow his direction? We grew up together From the cradle to the grave We died and were reborn And then mysteriously saved. Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door, Don't turn away, you'll create sorrow. Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore You may not see me tomorrow" Tags: bob dylan oh sister desire 1975 |
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Bob Dylan - Simple Twist of Fate (1975) from "the world of john hammond" 10 Sept 1975 "They sat together in the park As the evening sky grew dark, She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones. 'Twas then he felt alone and wished that he'd gone straight And watched out for a simple twist of fate. They walked along by the old canal A little confused, I remember well And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin' bright. He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train Moving with a simple twist of fate. A saxophone someplace far off played As she was walkin' by the arcade. As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin' up, She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate And forgot about a simple twist of fate. He woke up, the room was bare He didn't see her anywhere. He told himself he didn't care, pushed the window open wide, Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate Brought on by a simple twist of fate. He hears the ticking of the clocks And walks along with a parrot that talks, Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in. Maybe she'll pick him out again, how long must he wait Once more for a simple twist of fate. People tell me it's a sin To know and feel too much within. I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring. She was born in spring, but I was born too late Blame it on a simple twist of fate" Tags: bob dylan simple twist of fate blood on the tracks 1975 |
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Bob Dylan/The Byrds - Mr Tambourine Man (1990) Roy Orbison Tribute 24 Feb 1990 "Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand, Vanished from my hand, Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping. My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship, My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels To be wanderin'. I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun, It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facin'. And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're Seein' that he's chasing. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you" Tags: bob dylan the byrds mr tambourine man bringing it all back home 1965 1990 |
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The Band - Up On Cripple Creek (Live-1970) Syria Mosque - Pittsburgh Nov 1970 Levon Helm, Rick Danko, Robbie Robertson, Garth Hudson, Richard Manuel "When I get off of this mountain You know where I want to go Straight down the mississippi river To the gulf of mexico To lake charles, louisiana Little bessie, a girl that I once knew And she told me just to come on by If theres anything she could do Up on cripple creek she sends me If I spring a leak she mends me I dont have to speak she defends me A drunkards dream if I ever did see one Good luck had just stung me To the race track I did go She bet on one horse to win And I bet on another to show Odds were in my favor I had him five to one When that nag to win came around the track Sure enough he had won I took up all of my winnings and I gave my little bessie half And she tore it up and blew it in my face Just for a laugh Now theres one thing in the whole wide world I sure would like to see Thats when that little love of mine Dips her doughnut in my tea Now me and my mate were back at the shack We had spike jones on the box She said, I cant take the way he sings But I love to hear him talk Now that just gave my heart a fall To the bottom of my feet And I swore as I took another pull My bessie cant be beat Now, its hot in california And up north its freezing cold And this living off the road Is getting pretty old So I guess Ill call up my big mama Tell her Ill be rolling in Bet you know, deep down, Im kinda tempted To go and see my bessie again" Tags: the band up on cripple creek live syria mosque stage fright 1969 1970 |
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The Band - The Weight (Live-1970) Syria Mosque - Pittsburgh Nov 1970 Levon Helm, Rick Danko, Robbie Robertson, Garth Hudson, Richard Manuel I pulled into nazareth, was feelin about half past dead; I just need some place where I can lay my head. Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed? He just grinned and shook my hand, and no!, was all he said. Take a load off fanny, take a load for free; Take a load off fanny, and (and) (and) you can put the load right on me. I picked up my bag, I went lookin for a place to hide; When I saw carmen and the devil walkin side by side. I said, hey, carmen, come on, lets go downtown. She said, I gotta go, but mfriend can stick around. Go down, miss moses, theres nothin you can say Its just ol luke, and lukes waitin on the judgement day. Well, luke, my friend, what about young anna lee? He said, do me a favor, son, woncha stay an keep anna lee company? Crazy chester followed me, and he caught me in the fog. He said, I will fix your rack, if youll take jack, my dog. I said, wait a minute, chester, you know Im a peaceful man. He said, thats okay, boy, wont you feed him when you can. Catch a cannon ball now, ttake me down the line My bag is sinkin low and I do believe its time. To get back to miss fanny, you know shes the only one. Who sent me here with her regards for everyone" Tags: the band weight live syria mosque music from big pink bob dylan drugs 1968 1970 |
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Bob Dylan - Cry A While (2002) 27 Feb 2002 Grammy Awards - LA "Well, I had to go down and see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith A nasty, dirty, double-crossin', back-stabbin' phony I didn't wanna have to be dealin' with But I did it for you and all you gave me was a smile Well, I cried for you - now it's your turn to cry awhile I don't carry dead weight - I'm no flash in the pan All right, I'll set you straight, can't you see I'm a union man? I'm lettin' the cat out of the cage, I'm keeping a low profile Well, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile Feel like a fighting rooster - feel better than I ever felt But the Pennsylvania line's in an awful mess and the Denver road is about to melt I went to the church house, every day I go an extra mile Well, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile Last night 'cross the alley there was a pounding on the walls It must have been Don Pasquale makin' a two a.m. booty call To break a trusting heart like mine was just your style Well, I cried for you - now it's your turn to cry awhile I'm on the fringes of the night, fighting back tears that I can't control Some people they ain't human, they got no heart or soul Well, I'm crying to The Lord - I'm tryin' to be meek and mild Yes, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile Well, there's preachers in the pulpits and babies in the cribs I'm longin' for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribs I'm gonna buy me a barrel of whiskey - I'll die before I turn senile Well, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile Well, you bet on a horse and it ran on the wrong way I always said you'd be sorry and today could be the day I might need a good lawyer, could be your funeral, my trial Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile" Tags: bob dylan cry while love and theft 2001 2002 |
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Bob Dylan - Train of Love (1999) Johnny Cash Tribute 6 April 1999 Train of love's a-comin' Big black wheels a-hummin' People waitin' at the station Happy hearts are drummin' Trainman tell me maybe Ain't you got my baby Every so often everybody's baby gets the urge to roam But everybody's baby but mine's comin' home Now stop your whistle blowin' 'Cause I got ways of knowin' Your bringin' other people's lovers But my own keeps goin' Train of love's deceivin' When she's not gone she's leavin' Every so often everybody's baby gets the urge to roam But everybody's baby but mine's comin' home Train of love's now hastin' Sweethearts standin' waitin' Here and there and everywhere They're gonna be embracin' Trainman tell me maybe Ain't you got my baby Every so often everybody's baby gets the urge to roam But everybody's baby but mine's comin' home Train of love's a-leavin' Leavin' my heart grievin' But early or late, I sit and wait Because I'm still believin' We'll walk away together Though I may wait forever Every so often everybody's baby gets the urge to roam But everybody's baby but mine's comin' home Tags: bob dylan johnny cash june carter train of love tribute 1999 |
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Bob Dylan - Romance in Durango (1975-RTR) from Renaldo and Clara filmed 1975, released 1978 "Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun Dust on my face and my cape, Me and Magdalena on the run I think this time we shall escape. Sold my guitar to the baker's son For a few crumbs and a place to hide, But I can get another one And I'll play for Magdalena as we ride. No llores, mi querida Dios nos vigila Soon the horse will take us to Durango. Agarrame, mi vida Soon the desert will be gone Soon you will be dancing the fandango. Past the Aztec ruins and the ghosts of our people Hoofbeats like castanets on stone. At night I dream of bells in the village steeple Then I see the bloody face of Ramon. Was it me that shot him down in the cantina Was it my hand that held the gun? Come, let us fly, my Magdalena The dogs are barking and what's done is done. No llores, mi querida Dios nos vigila Soon the horse will take us to Durango. Agarrame, mi vida Soon the desert will be gone Soon you will be dancing the fandango. At the corrida we'll sit in the shade And watch the young torero stand alone. We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed When they rode with Villa into Torreon. Then the padre will recite the prayers of old In the little church this side of town. I will wear new boots and an earring of gold You'll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown. The way is long but the end is near Already the fiesta has begun. The face of God will appear With His serpent eyes of obsidian. No llores, mi querida Dios nos vigila Soon the horse will take us to Durango. Agarrame, mi vida Soon the desert will be gone Soon you will be dancing the fandango. Was that the thunder that I heard? My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain Come sit by me, don't say a word Oh, can it be that I am slain? Quick, Magdalena, take my gun Look up in the hills, that flash of light. Aim well my little one We may not make it through the night. No llores, mi querida Dios nos vigila Soon the horse will take us to Durango. Agarrame, mi vida Soon the desert will be gone Soon you will be dancing the fandango" Tags: bob dylan romance in durango live desire rolling thunder revue 1975 1976 1978 |