| I’m a homeless man with my thumb in the wind
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| I sure miss my kin but then again,
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| I’m on the road with a song for you.
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| I took a step, I lost a bet,
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| They cut off my tongue now they’re full of regret,
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| Careful what you say if they ain’t gonna listen anyway.
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| Just make the cash, bet on the past,
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| Everybody’s so afraid to be last,
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| You can’t take back everything you leave behind.
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| Is everybody so ashamed, for letting it all slide.
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| Is everybody so afraid, Mr. Dylan’s hard rain was fair warning.
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| On a shake down in the alley,
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| Breaking people’s faces gonna start you up a rally,
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| I’ve never seen a day in the sun with gun,
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| That’s loaded for you.
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| There’s some hippies, in the back room,
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| Rockin' and a rollin' and a smoking to an old tune,
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| Someone took a guitar and a match, and set peace on fire.
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| Hey my brotha, what is wrong,
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| You lost all your money on the corner rollin' bones,
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| Give him your cash motherfucker, he’s too fast for you.
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| Is everybody so ashamed, for letting it all slide.
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| Is everybody so afraid, Mr. Dylan’s hard rain was fair warning.
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| On the T.V. there’s a white man,
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| Too much make up on his wife with God’s plan.
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| I guess the religious vote, made it to Congress.
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| On the border of Tijuana,
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| People are growing truck loads of marijuana,
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| Maybe someday are friends will be American farmers.
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| There’s a necklace, in the south,
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| A few hopeless people still hanging it around,
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| The wind’s gonna cut you down, in the long run.
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| Is everybody so ashamed, for letting it all slide.
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| I won’t be afraid, Mr. Dylan’s hard rain cause it’s boiling, fair warning.
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| So can we save us, from today,
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| The hands of the wretched are the ones getting paid,
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| Everything stays the same, if you don’t change it.
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| And all the dreams will bust at the seam,
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| It all goes down in the mighty machine,
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| You don’t care now, but someday you might need it.
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| I heard the whistle, start to blowin'
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| Then I saw the mountain in the back come tumblin'
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| Everybody’s wishing they could get out of the way,
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| Everybody’s wishing they could dig their ass out of the grave. |