Lonesome Day Blues Lyrics by Bob Dylan

Lonesome Day Blues Lyrics

    Well, today has been a sad ol' lonesome day
    Yeah, today has been a sad ol' lonesome day
    I'm just sittin' here thinking
    With my mind a million miles away

    Well, they're doing the double shuffle, throwin' sand on the floor
    They're doing the double shuffle, they're throwin' sand on the floor
    When I left my long-time darlin'
    She was standing in the door

    Well, my pa he died and left me, my brother got killed in the war
    Well, my pa he died and left me, my brother got killed in the war
    My sister, she ran off and got married
    Never was heard of any more

    Samantha Brown lived in my house for about four or five months
    Samantha Brown lived in my house for about four or five months
    Don't know how it looked to other people
    I never slept with her even once

    Well, the road's washed out - weather not fit for man or beast
    Yeah the road's washed out - weather not fit for man or beast
    Funny, how the things you have the hardest time parting with
    Are the things you need the least

    I'm forty miles from the mill - I'm droppin' it into overdrive
    I'm forty miles from the mill - I'm droppin' it into overdrive
    Settin' my dial on the radio
    I wish my mother was still alive

    I see your lover-man comin' - comin' 'cross the barren field
    I see your lover-man comin' - comin' 'cross the barren field
    He's not a gentleman at all - he's rotten to the core
    He's a coward and he steals

    Well my captain he's decorated - he's well schooled and he's skilled
    My captain, he's decorated - he's well schooled and he's skilled
    He's not sentimental - don't bother him at all
    How many of his pals have been killed

    Last night the wind was whisperin', I was trying to make out what it was
    Last night the wind was whisperin' somethin' - I was trying to make out what it was
    I tell myself something's comin'
    But it never does

    I'm gonna spare the defeated - I'm gonna speak to the crowd
    I'm gonna spare the defeated, boys, I'm going to speak to the crowd
    I am goin' to teach peace to the conquered
    I'm gonna tame the proud

    Well the leaves are rustlin' in the wood - things are fallin' off of the shelf
    Leaves are rustlin' in the wood - things are fallin' off the shelf
    You gonna need my help, sweetheart
    You can't make love all by yourself

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