The times they-are a-changin;
you ain't going nowhere.
Not dark yet,
rainy day women
subterranean homesick blues,
if not for you --
when the deal goes down,
lay, lady, lay.
I shall be released;
blowin' in the wind,
like a rolling stone
Down the highway.
Girl from the north county;
mr tambourine man,
jokerman,
ring them bells.
With god on our side,
to Ramona—
it takes a lot to laugh,
it takes a train to cry
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
The times they-are a-changin;
you ain't going nowhere.
Not dark yet,
rainy day women
subterranean homesick blues,
if not for you --
when the deal goes down,
lay, lady, lay.
I shall be released;
blowin' in the wind,
like a rolling stone
Down the highway.
Girl from the north county;
mr tambourine man,
jokerman,
ring them bells.
With god on our side,
to Ramona—
it takes a lot to laugh,
it takes a train to cry
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