Posted by RST-1039 at adsl-20-114-71.mia.bellsouth.net on April 06, 2003 at 22:29:21:
In Reply to: Great Dylan song-nt- posted by James Howlett on April 06, 2003 at 22:27:33:
: : When she said,
: : "Don't waste your words, they're just lies,"
: : I cried she was deaf.
: : And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,
: : Then said, "What else you got left?"
: : It was then that I got up to leave
: : But she said, "Don't forget,
: : Everybody must give something back
: : For something they get."
: : I stood there and hummed,
: : I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.
: : And she buttoned her boot,
: : And straightened her suit,
: : Then she said, "Don't get cute."
: : So I forced my hands in my pockets
: : And felt with my thumbs,
: : And gallantly handed her
: : My very last piece of gum.
: : She threw me outside,
: : I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked.
: : And after finding I'd
: : Forgotten my shirt,
: : I went back and knocked.
: : I waited in the hallway, she went to get it,
: : And I tried to make sense
: : Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
: : That leaned up against . . .
: : Her Jamaican rum
: : And when she did come, I asked her for some.
: : She said, "No, dear."
: : I said, "Your words aren't clear,
: : You'd better spit out your gum."
: : She screamed till her face got so red
: : Then she fell on the floor,
: : And I covered her up and then
: : Thought I'd go look through her drawer.
: : And, when I was through
: : I filled up my shoe
: : And brought it to you.
: : And you, you took me in,
: : You loved me then
: : You didn't waste time.
: : And I, I never took much,
: : I never asked for your crutch.
: : Now don't ask for mine.