Subterranean Homesick Blues
Bob Dylan

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Johnnys in the basement mixing up the medicine
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Im on the pavement thinking about the government
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The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off
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Says hes got a bad cough. Wants to get it paid off
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Look out kid, Its somethin you did
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God knows when but youre doin it again
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You better duck down the alley way lookin for a new friend
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The man in the coon-skin cap by the big pen
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Wants eleven dollar bills but you only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot
Talkin that the heat put plants in the bed but
The phones tapped anyway, Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May. Orders from the D.A.
Look out kid. Dont matter what you did
Walk on your tiptoes. Dont try No-Doz
Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose watch the plain clothes
You dont need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well, hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell if anything is goin to sell
Try hard, get barred, get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail, join the army, if you fail
Look out kid. Youre gonna get hit
But users, cheaters, six-time losers hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool lookin for a new fool
Dont follow leaders. Watch the parkin meters
 
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Ah get born, keep warm, short pants, romance, learn to dance
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Get dressed, get blessed, try to be a success
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Please her, please him, buy gifts, dont steal, dont lift
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Twenty years of schoolin and they put you on the day shift
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Look out kid. They keep it all hid
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Better jump down a manhole, light yourself a candle
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Dont wear sandals, try to avoid the scandals
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Dont wanna be a bum you better chew gum
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The pump dont work cause the vandals took the handles 