Meat shaking on your bones
I’m gonna go down to the river and get some stones
Sister’s on the highway with that steel drivin’ crew
Papa’s in the big house, his working days are through
Can I blow a little smoke on you.
Won’t you move it on over and make somme room?
It’s my duty to bring you down to the field where the flowers bloom
Ashes in the furnace, dust on the rise
You came through it all the way flying through the skies
With that long night’s journey in you eyes.
Born of a blinding light and a changing wind
Now don’t be modest, you know who you are and where you’ve been
Jack, the cowboy, went up north, he’s buried in your past
The lone wolf went out drinking, that was over pretty fast
Your perfect stranger’s coming in at last.
With the badge of the lonesome road written on your sleeve
I’d be grateful if this golden ring you would receive
Today on the country
Now you are reading: Tough Mama – Bob Dylan