Текст песни Bob Dylan - Fourth Time Around

Fourth Time Around  -  Bob Dylan
('Blonde on Blonde' album)

When she said, "Don't waste your words, they're just lies," I cried she was deaf.
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, Then said, "What else you got left?"
It was then that I got up to leave But she said, "Don't forget,
Ev'rybody must give something back For something they get."

I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.
And she buttoned her boot, And straightened her suit, Then she said, "Don't get cute."
So I forced my hands in my pockets And felt with my thumbs,
And gallantly handed her My very last peice of gum.

She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt where ev'ry-one walked.
And after finding I'd Forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked.
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it, And I tried to make sense,
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair That leaned up against...

Her Jamaican rum And when she did come, I asked her for some.
She said, "No, dear." I said, "Your words aren't clear, You'd better spit out your gum."
She screamed  till her face got so red, Then she fell on the floor,
And I covered her up and then Thought I'd go look through her drawer.

And when I was through, I filled up my shoe And brought it to you.
And you, you took me in, You loved me then, You didn't waste time.
And I, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch, Now don't ask for mine.

Typed by  Petter Larsson , larpe@nts.mh.se