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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by Paul in Colorado, Feb 26, 2012.
We can have a whoppin' good time
But to live outside the law you must be honest, I know you always say that you agree.
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
Then they’ll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
One of these days and it won't be long, going down in the valley and sing my song.
I will sing it loud and sing it strong, let the echo decide if I was right or wrong.
"Woke up this morning, I must have bet my money wrong"
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Don't think twice babe, it's alright.
Your mind is your temple, keep it beautiful and free
Don’t let an egg get laid in it by something you can’t see
They smile to your face, but behind your back they hiss...
Ba Bee Ba Bob Da Deed Da Dod...
I had a job in the great north woods, working as a cook for a spell but i never did like it all that much and one day, the axe just fell.............
You have summed up this "conversation" quite nicely.
And though I know you're dissatisfied
With your position and your place,
Don't you understand, it's not my problem.
If we never meet again, baby, remember me,
How my lone guitar played sweet for you that old-time melody.
And the harmonica around my neck, I blew it for you, free,
No one else could play that tune,
You know it was up to me.
"It ain’t no use a-talking to me
It’s just the same as talking to you"
(Bob Dylan said that)
Gotta say, this is a rather disjointed, surreal conversation
(I said that).
Meet me in the mornin at 56th and Wabasha
And, I'll know my song well before I start singing.
And if it don't work out, you'll be the first to know.
the answer my friend is blowin' in the wind..