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Dylan's Hard Rain Lyrics

from Roadhouse Sun

"Dylan's Hard Rain" is track #12 on the album Roadhouse Sun. It was written by Bingham, George Ryan.
"Dylan's Hard Rain" is track #12 on the album Roadhouse Sun. It was written by Bingham, George Ryan.

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Well, I'm a homeless man
With my thumb in the wind
I sure miss my kin but then again
I'm on the road with a song for you

I took a step, I lost a bet
They cut off my tongue, now they're full of regret
Careful what you say
If they ain't gonna listen anyway

Just make the cash, bet on the past
Everybody's so afraid to be last
You can't take back everythin' you leave behind

Is everybody so ashamed
For lettin' it all slide?
Is everybody so afraid?
Mr. Dylan's Hard Rain was fair warnin'

On a shake down in the alley
Breakin' people's faces, gonna start you up a rally
I've never seen a day in the sun with the gun
That's loaded for you

There's some hippies in the back room
Rockin' and a-rollin' and a-smokin' to an old tune
Someone took the guitar and a match
And set peace on fire

Hey my brother, what is wrong?
You lost all your money on the corner rollin' bones
Give him your cash, motherfucker
He's too fast for you

Is everybody so ashamed
For lettin' it all slide?
Is everybody so afraid?
Mr. Dylan's Hard Rain was fair warnin'

On the TV, there's a white man
Too much make up on his wife with God's plan
I guess the religious vote made it to Congress

And on the border of Tijuana
People are growin' truck loads of marijuana
Maybe someday our friends will be American farmers

Then the necklace in the south
A few hopeless people still hangin' it around
The wind's gonna cut you down in the long run

Is everybody so ashamed
For lettin' it all slide?
I won't be afraid
Mr. Dylan's Hard Rain is where it's pourin' in, fair warnin'

So can we save us from today?
The hands of the wretched are the ones gettin' paid
Everythin' stays the same, if you don't change it

And all the dreams will bust at the seam
It all goes down in the mighty machine
You don't care now, but someday you might need it

I heard the whistle start to blowin'
Then I saw the mountain in the back come tumblin'
Everybody's wishin' they could get out of the way
Everybody's wishin' they could dig their ass out of the grave

Songwriters
BINGHAM, GEORGE RYAN

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