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Bob Dylan Self Portrait

: Alberta let your hair hang low Alberta let your hair hang low I'll give you more gold Than your apron can hold If you'd only let your hair hang low

: Went out last night to take a little round. I met my little Sadie and I brought her down. I ran right home and I went to bed With a forty-four smokeless

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: Once upon a time you dressed so fine You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" You

: Get you a copper kettle, get you a copper coil Fill it with new made corn mash and never more you'll toil You'll just lay there by the juniper while

: I'm just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squadered my resistance For a pocketful of numbles Such are promises, all lies and jest Still

: Since you've been gone, I've been walking around With my head bowed down to my shoes. I've been living the blues Ev'ry night without you. I don't

: So run here baby, put your little hands in mine I've got something to tell you I know you're gonna change your mind When things go wrong, so wrong

: These are the words of a frontier man Who lost his love when he turned bad. Take a message to Mary But don't tell here where I am Take a message to