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Bob Dylan The Basement Tapes

Cloud so swift the rain fallin' in Gonna see a movie called Gunga Din Pack up your money, pull up your tent, McGuinn You ain't a goin' no where Hoo wee

Crash on the levee, mama, water's gonna overflow Swamp's gonna rise, no boat's gonna row Now, you can train on down to Williams Point You can bust your

I'm going down to Rose Marie's She never does me wrong She puts it to me plain as day And gives it to me for a song It's a wicked life but what the hell

Long-distance operator Place this call, it's not for fun Long-distance operator Please place this call, you know it's not for fun I gotta get a message

We carried you in our arms On Independence Day And now you'd throw us all aside And put us on our way Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun Would treat

Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah, under that apple suckling tree Oh yeah ! Underneath that tree, there's just gonna be you and me Under that apple

Too much of nothing Can make a man ill at ease One man's temper might rise While another man's temper might freeze In the day of confession We cannot

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

I stand it all and I shake my face You break your promise all over the place You promised to love me but what do I see? Just you comin' and spillin' juice