Bob Dylan - Mississippi (Alternate Version #3) lyrics

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Bob Dylan - Mississippi (Alternate Version #3) lyrics

I'm standing in the shadows with an aching heart I'm looking at the world tear itself apart And it's turned to hours, hours turned to days I'm still loving you in a million ways Well the devil's in the alley, there's a mule kicking in my stall Say anything you wanna, I have heard it all I was raised in the country, I've been working in town I've been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down Well I ain't got nothing for you, I had nothing before Don't even have anything for myself anymore The sky is full of fire, pain is pouring down There's nothing you can sell me, I'll see you around Well I got here following the Southern star I crossed that river just to be where you are There's only one thing I did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long Well I've been loving you too long, I know you ain't no good Don't make a bit of difference to me, don't see why it should I was thinking about the things that Rosie said I was dreaming I was sleeping in Rosie's bed Well I'm walking through the leaves falling from the trees I feel like a stranger nobody sees So many things we never will undo I know you're sorry, I'm sorry too Some people will offer their hand and some won't Last night I knew ya, tonight I don't I need something strong to distract my mind I'm gonna look at you 'til my eyes go blind Well everybody's moving, God knows where But I'm still here, you're still there Only one thing I did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long Well my ship's been split to splinters and it's sinking fast I'm drowning in the poison, got no future, got no past But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free I got nothing but affection for those who have sailed with me Winter goes into the summer, summer goes into fall I look into the mirror, don't see anything at all Stick with me, baby, stick with me anyhow Things should start to get interesting right about now My clothes are wet, tight on my skin And as tight as the corner that I've painted myself in I know good fortune is waiting to be kind So give me your hand and say you'll be mine The emptiness is endless, cold as the clay You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way Only one thing that I did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long

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