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DISCID=980d7a0c
DTITLE=Bob Dylan / "Love And Theft"
DYEAR=2001
DGENRE=Rock
TTITLE0=Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum
TTITLE1=Mississippi
TTITLE2=Summer Days
TTITLE3=Bye And Bye
TTITLE4=Lonesome Day Blues
TTITLE5=Floater (Too Much To Ask)
TTITLE6=High Water (For Charley Patton)
TTITLE7=Moonlight
TTITLE8=Honest With Me
TTITLE9=Po' Boy
TTITLE10=Cry A While
TTITLE11=Sugar Baby
EXTD=Produced by: Jack Frost\nChief Engineer: Chris Shaw\nRecorded andmixed by: Chris Shaw\n(Assisted by Jeremy Welsh)\nMastered by: George Marino\n\nPhotography by: Kevin Mazur (Front cover & group)\nDavid Gahr (Back cover & booklet back cover)\nArt Dir
EXTD=ection: Geoff Gans (of Culver City)\n\nAll songs written by Bob Dylan\n(c)(p) 2001 Sony Music Entertainment Inc. YEAR: 2001
EXTT0=Words and music by Bob Dylan\n\nTweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee\nThey're throwin' knives into the tree\nTwo big bags of dead man's bones\nGot their noses to the grind stone\nLivin' in the Land ofNod\nTrustin' their fate to the hands of God\nThey pass b
EXTT0=y so silently\nTweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee\n\nWell, they're goin' to the country, they're goin' to retire\\\nThey're takin' a streetcarnamed Desire\nLookin' at a window with a pecan pie\nLot of things they'd like they would never buy\nNeither of th
EXTT0=em want to turn and run\nThey're makin' a voyage to the Sun\n"His Master's Voice is calling me"\nSaid Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee\n\nTweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum\nI'll have more than some\nThey walk among thestately trees\nThey know the secrets of th
EXTT0=e police\nTweedle Dumsaid to Tweedle Dee,\n"Your presence is obnoxious to me.\nFeellike baby sittin' on a woman's knee."\nTweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee\n\nWell, the rain beat'n' down on a window pane\nI got love for you, and it's all in vain\nBrains 
EXTT0=in a pot, they're beginningto boil\nThey're drippin' with garlic and olive oil\nTweedle Dee is on his hands and his knees\nSayin', "Throw me something, Mister, please!"\n"What's good for you is good for me,"\nSaid Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee.\n\nWel
EXTT0=l, they're living in a happy harmony\nTweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee\nThey're one day older and a dollar short\nThey got a parade permit and a police escort\nThey'relyin' low and they're makin' hay\nThey seem determined to go all the way\nThey run a b
EXTT0=rick 'n' tile company\nTweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee\n\nWell, a childish dream is a deathless need\nAnd a noble truth is a sacred creed\nMy pretty baby, she's looking around\nShe's wearin' a forty-thousand dollar gown\nTweedle Dee is alow down sorry 
EXTT0=old man\nTweedle Dum he'll stab you where you stand\n"I've had too much of your company,"\nsaid Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee.
EXTT1=MISSISSIPPI\n\n(By Bob Dylan - 1997)\n\n\nEvery step of the way,we walk the line\nYour days are numbered, so are mine\nTime ispiling up, we struggle and we scrape\nWe're all boxed in, nowhere to escape.\n\nCity's just a jungle, more games to play\n
EXTT1=Trapped in the heart of it, trying to get away\nI was raised in the country, I been working in the town\nI been in trouble ever sinceI set my suitcase down\n\nGot nothing for you, I had nothing before\nDon't even have anything for myself anymore\nS
EXTT1=ky full of fire, paint pouring down\nNothing you can sell me, I'll see you around.\n\nAll my powers of expression and thoughts so sublime\nCould never do you justice in reason or rhyme\nOnly one thing I did wrong,\nStayed in Mississippi a day too l
EXTT1=ong\n\nWell, the devil's in the alley, mule's in the stall\nSay anything you want to,I have heard it all\nI was thinking about the things that Rosiesaid\nI was dreaming I was sleeping in Rosie's bed\n\nWalking through the leaves falling from the tr
EXTT1=ees\nFeeling like a stranger, nobody sees\nSo many things that we never will undo\nI know you're sorry, I'm sorry too.\n\nSome people will offer you theirhand and some won't\nLast night I knew you, tonight I don't\nI need something strong to distra
EXTT1=ct my mind\nI'm gonna look at you'til my eyes go blind\n\nWell, I got here following the southernstar\nI crossed that river just to be where you are\nOnly one thing I did wrong\nStayed in Mississippi a day too long.\n\nWell,my ship's been split to 
EXTT1=splinters and it's sinking fast\nI'm drowning in the poison, got no future, got no past\nBut my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free\nI got nothing but affection for those who've sailed with me\n\nEverybody moving, if theyain't already ther
EXTT1=e\nEverybody got to move somewhere\nStick withme baby, stick with me anyhow,\nThings should start to get interesting right about now\n\nMy clothes are wet, tight on my skin\nNot as tight as the corner that I painted myself in\nI know thefortune is 
EXTT1=waiting to be kind\nSo give me your hand and say you'll be mine\n\nNow the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay\\\\nYou can always come back, but you can't come back all the way\nOnly one thing I did wrong\nStayed in Mississippi a day too long\n\
EXTT1=n\nCopyright  1997 Special Rider Music
EXTT2=SUMMER DAYS\n\n(By Bob Dylan - 2001)\n\nSummer days, summer nights are gone,\nSummer days and summer nights are gone,\nI know aplace where there's still somethin' goin' on. \n\nI got a houseon the hill, I got hogs out in the mud,\nI got a house on 
EXTT2=the hill, I got hogs all out in the mud,\nI got a long-haired woman, she got Royal Indian blood. \n\nEverybody get ready, lift up yourglasses and sing,\nEverybody get ready, lift up your glasses and sing,\nWell, I'm standin' on the table, I'm propo
EXTT2=sin' a toastto the king. \n\nWell, I'm drivin' in the flats in a Cadillac car;\nThe girls all say, "You're a worn out star!"\nMy pockets areloaded and I'm spendin' every dime.\nHow can you say you love someone else,\nYou know it's me all the time. 
EXTT2=\n\nWell, the fog'sso thick you can't spy the land,\nThe fog's so thick that you can't even spy the land,\nWhat good are you anyway if you can't stand up to some old businessman. \n\nWeddin' bells are ringin' and the choir is beginnin' to sing,\nYe
EXTT2=s, the weddin' bells are ringin' and the choir's  beginnin' to sing,\nWhat looks good in the day, at night is another thing. \n\\nShe's lookin' into my eyes, and she's a-holdin' my hand,\nShe lookin' into my eyes, she'sholdin' my hand,\nShe says, "
EXTT2=You can't repeat the past,"  I say"You can't?\nWhat do you mean you can't? Of course, you can."\n\n"Where do you come from?" "Where do you go?"\nSorry, that is nothin' you would need to know.\nWell, my back's been to the wallso long, it seems like 
EXTT2=it's stuck.\nWhy don't you break my heart one more time just for good luck? \n\nI got eight carburettorsand, boys, I'm usin' 'em all,\nWell, I got eight carburettors and, boys, I'm usin' 'em all,\nI'm short on gas, my motor's startin' to stall. \n\
EXTT2=nMy dogs are barkin', there must be someone around,\nMy dogs are barkin', there must be someone around,\nI gotmy hammer ringin', pretty baby, but the nails ain't goin' down.\n\nIf you got somethin' to say, speak or hold your peace,\nWell, you got s
EXTT2=omethin' to say, speak now or hold your peace,\\nIf it's information you want, you can get it from the police. \n\nPolitician's got on his joggin' shoes,\nHe must be runnin' for office, got no time to lose,\nSuckin' the blood out of the genius ofge
EXTT2=nerosity.\\nYou been a-rollin' your eyes, you been teasin' me.\n\nStanding by God's river, my soul's beginnin' to shake,\nStanding by God's river, my soul's beginnin' to shake,\nI'm countin' on you, love, to give me a break. \n\nWell, I'm leavin' i
EXTT2=n themornin' as soon as the dark clouds lift,\nYes! I'm leavin' in the mornin' just as soon as the dark clouds lift,\nGonna break inthe roof, set fire to the place as a parting gift. \n\nSummer days, summer nights are gone,\nSummer days, summer nig
EXTT2=hts are gone,\nI know a place where there's still somethin' goin' on.\n\nCopyright  2001 Special Rider Music
EXTT3=BYE AND BYE\n\n(By Bob Dylan - 2001)\n\nBy and by,\nI'm breathing a lover's sigh.\nWell, I'm sitting on my watch\nSo I can be ontime\nI'm singing love's praises\nWith sugar-coated rhymes. \n\nBy and by,\nOn you I'm casting my eye.\nI'm paintin' the
EXTT3= town,\nSwingin' my partner around.\nWell, I know who I can depend on, Iknow who to trust\nI'm watchin' the roads, I'm studying the dust\nI'm paintin' the town\nMaking my last go round. \n\nWell, I'mscuffling, and I'm shuffling\nAnd I'm walking on 
EXTT3=briars\nI'm not even acquainted with my own desires \n\nI'm rollin' slow,\nI'mdoing all I know.\nI'm telling myself,\nI've found true happiness\nThat I've still got a dream that hasn't been repossessed\nI'm rollin' slow\nGoing where the wild roses 
EXTT3=grow. \n\nWell, the future for me\nIs already a thing of the past\nYou were my firstlove\nAnd you will be my last. \n\nPapa gone mad,\nMama, she's feeling sad.\nWell, I'm gonna baptize you in fire\nSo you can sinno more\nI'm gonna establish my rule
EXTT3=\nThrough civil war\nGonnamake you see\nJust how loyal and true a man can be\n\n\nCopyright  2001 Special Rider Music
EXTT4=LONESOME DAY BLUES\n\n(By Bob Dylan - 2001)\n\nWell, today has been a sad and lonesome day,\nYeah, today has been a sad and lonesome day,\nI'm just sitting here thinking with my mind a millionmiles away.\n\nWell, they're doing the double shuffle, t
EXTT4=hrowingsand on the floor,\nThey're doing the double shuffle, they're throwing sand on the floor,\nWell, I left my longtime darling, she was standing in the door.\n\nWell, my pa he died and left me,my brother got killed in the war,\nWell, my pa he d
EXTT4=ied and leftme, my brother got killed in the war,\nMy sister she ran off andgot married, never was heard of anymore.\n\nSamantha Brown lived in my house for about four or five months.\nSamantha Brown lived in my house for about four or five months.
EXTT4=\nDon't know how itlooked to other people, I never slept with her even once.\n\nWell, the road's washed out, weather not fit for man or beast,\nYeah, the road's washed out, weather not fit for man or beast,\nFunny the things you have the hardest ti
EXTT4=me parting with are the\nthings you need the least.\n\nWell, I'm forty miles from the millI'm dropping it into overdrive,\nI'm forty miles from the millI'm dropping it into overdrive,\nSet my dial on the radio I wishmy mother was still alive.\n\nI 
EXTT4=seen ya loverman coming, comingacross the barren fields,\nI see ya loverman coming, coming across the barren fields,\nHe's not a gentleman at all, he's rottento the core,\nhe's a coward and he steals.\n\nWell, my captainhe's decorated, he's well-sc
EXTT4=hooled and he's skilled,\nMy captainhe's decorated, he's well-schooled and he's skilled,\nHe's notsentimental, don't bother him at all; how many of his pals have\nbeen killed..\n\nLast night the wind was whispering, I was trying to make out\nwhat i
EXTT4=t was...\nLast night the wind was whispering something, I was trying to make out\nwhat it was...\nYeah, I tell myself something's coming, but it never does.\n\nI'm going to spare the defeated, I'm going to speak to the crowd,\nI'm going to spare th
EXTT4=e defeated, boys, I'm going to speak to the crowd,\nI'm going to teach peace to the conquered, I'm going to tame theproud.\n\nWell, the leaves are rustling in the wood, things arefalling\noff of the shelf,\nLeaves are rustling in the wood, things a
EXTT4=re falling off the shelf,\nYou're gonna need my help sweetheart, you can't make love\nall by yourself.\n\nCopyright  2001Special Rider Music
EXTT5=FLOATER (TOO MUCH TO ASK)\n\n(By Bob Dylan - 2001)\n\nDown overthe window\nFrom the dazzling sunlit place\nThrough the back alleys, through the blinds,\nAnother one of them endless days. \n\nHoney bees are buzzing\nLeaves begin to stir\nI'm in love
EXTT5= with my second cousin\nI tell myself I could be happy forever with her. \n\nI keep listening for footsteps,\nBut I ain't ever hearingany.\nFrom the boat, I fish for bullheads\\\nI catch a lot, sometimes too many. \n\nA summer breeze is blowin',\nA
EXTT5= squall is setting in.\nSometimes it's just plain stupid\nTo get into any kindof wind. \n\nWell, the old men around here\nSometimes they geton bad terms\nWith the younger men,\nOld, young, age don't carryweight\nIt doesn't matter in the end \n\nOne
EXTT5= of the bosses' hangers-on\nSometimes comes to call\nAt times you least expect\nTryin' to bully you, strongarm you\nInspire you with fear\nIt has the opposite effect \n\nThere's a new grove of trees on the outskirts of town\nThe old one, long gone\
EXTT5=nTimber two foot, six across\nBurns with the bark still on \n\nThey say times are hard\nIfyou don't believe it you can follow your nose\nIt don't bother me, times are hard everywhere\nWe'll just have to see how it goes. \n\nMy old man he's like som
EXTT5=e feudal lord\nGot more lives thana cat.\nI've never seen him quarrel with my mother even once\nThings come alive or they fall flat. \n\nYou can smell the pine wood burnin'\nYou can hear the school-bell ring.\nGot to get up near the teacher, if you
EXTT5= can\nIf you wanna learn anything. \n\nRomeo, he said to Juliet, "You got a poor complexion\nIt don't give you an appearance of a youthful touch."\nJuliet said back to Romeo, "Why don't you just shove off\\\nIf it bothers you so much."\n\nThey got 
EXTT5=out of here any way they could\nCold rain can give you the shivers\nThey went down the Ohio, the Cumberland, theTennessee,\nAll the rest of them rebel rivers. \n\nIf you ever try to interfere with me\nOr cross my path again,\nYou do so at the peril
EXTT5= of your own life.\nI'm not quite as cool or forgiving as I sound\nI've seen enough heartache and strife. \n\nMy grandfather was a duck trapper\nHe could do it with just dragnets and ropes\nMy grandmother could sew new dresses out of old cloth,\nId
EXTT5=on't know if they had any dreams or hopes.  \n\nI had 'em oncethough I suppose\nTo go along with all the ring dancing,\nChristmas Carols on all the Christmas Eves\nI left all my dreams and hopes\nBuried under tobacco leaves \n\nNot always easy kick
EXTT5=ing someone out\nGot to wait awhile, it can be an unpleasant task\nSometimes somebody wants you to give something up\nAnd tears or notit's too much to ask.\n\nCopyright  2001 Special Rider Music
EXTT6=HIGH WATER (FOR CHARLEY PATTON)\n\n(By Bob Dylan - 2001)\n\nHighwater rising, rising night and day\nAll the gold and silver arebeing stolen away\nBig Joe Turner looking east and west from the dark room of his mind\nHe made it to Kansas City, Twelft
EXTT6=h Street and Vine\nNothing standing there\nHigh water everywhere\n\nHigh water rising, the shacks are sliding down\nFolks lose their possessions and folks are leaving town\\nBertha Mason shook it, broke it, and she hung it on the wall\nSay, "You da
EXTT6=nce with whom they tell you to or you don't dance at all" \nIt's tough out there\nHigh water everywhere\n\nI got a craving love for blazing speed, got a hopped up Mustang Ford\nJump into the wagon, love, throw your panties overboard\nI can write yo
EXTT6=u poems, make a strongman lose his mind\nI'm no pig without a wig I hope you treat mekind\nThings are breaking up out there\nHigh water everywhere\n\nHigh water rising, six inches 'bove my head\nCoffin's dropping in the street like balloons made ou
EXTT6=t of lead\nWell, I'm pulling into Vicksburg, don't know what I'm gonna do\n"Don't reach out for me," she said, "Can't you see I'm drowning too"\nIt's rough out there\nHigh water everywhere\n\nWell, George Lewes told the Englishman, the Italian and 
EXTT6=the Jew,\n"You can't open up your mind, boys, to every conceivable point of view,\nThey got Charles Darwin trapped out there on Highway 5"\nJudge says to the High Sheriff, "I want him dead or alive,\nEither one, I don't care"\nHigh water everywhere
EXTT6=\n\nWell, the cuckoo is a pretty bird, she warbles as she flies\nI'm preaching the word of God, I'm putting out your eyes\nI asked fat Nancy for something t' eat, she said, "Take it off the shelf\nAs great as you are, man, you'll never begreater th
EXTT6=an yourself."\nI told her I didn't really care\nHighwater everywhere\n\nI get up in the morning, I believe I'll dustmy broom\nKeeping away from the women, I'm giving them lots ofroom\nThunder rollin' over Clarksdale everything has left me blue\nI j
EXTT6=ust can't be happy, love, unless you're happy too.\nIt's bad out there\nHigh water everywhere\n\nCopyright  2001 SpecialRider Music
EXTT7=MOONLIGHT\n\n(By Bob Dylan - 2001)\n\nThe seasons, they are turning\nAnd my sad heart is yearning\nTo hear again the songbird'ssweet melodious tone\nWon't you meet me out in the moonlight alone\n\nThe dusky light the day is losin'\nOrchids, poppies
EXTT7=, black-eyed susans\nThe earth and sky that melts with flesh and bone\nWon't you meet me out in the moonlight alone\n\nThe air is thickand heavy\nAll along the levee\nWhere the geese into the countryside have flown\nWon't you meet me out in the moo
EXTT7=nlight alone\n\nWell, I'm preaching peace and harmony\nThe blessings of tranquility\nYet, I know when the time is right to strike\nI'll take you 'cross the river, dear\nYou don't need to linger here\nI knowthe kinds of things you like\n\nThe clouds
EXTT7= are turning crimson\nThe leaves fall from the limbs and\nThe branches cast their shadows over stone\\\nWon't you meet me out in the moonlight alone\n\nThe boulevards of cypress trees\nThe masquerade of birds and bees\nThe petals pink and white the
EXTT7= wind has blown\nWon't you meet me out in the moonlight alone\n\nThe trailing moss in mystic glow\nThe purple blossom soft as snow\nMy tears keep flowing to the sea\nDoctor, lawyer, Indian chief\nIt takes a thief to catcha thief\nFor whom does the 
EXTT7=bell toll for, love\\nIt tolls for youand me\n\nYour pulse is running through my palm\nThe sharp hills are rising from\nYellow fields with twisted oaks that groan\nWon't you meet me out in the moonlight alone\n\nCopyright  2001Special Rider Music
EXTT8=HONEST WITH ME\n\n(By Bob Dylan - 2001)\n\nWell, I'm stranded inthe city that never sleeps\nSome of these women they just giveme the creeps\\\\\nI'm avoiding the south side the best I can\nThese memories I got they can strangle a man\nWell, I came 
EXTT8=ashore in the dead of the night\nLot of things can get in the way when you're trying to do what's right\\n\\\nYou don't understand it, myfeeling for you\nYou'd be honest with me if you only knew.\n\nI'm not sorry for nothing I've done\nI'm glad I f
EXTT8=ought, I only wish we'd won\nThe Siamese twins are coming to town\nPeople can'twait, they've gathered around\nWhen I left my home the sky splitopen wide\nI never wanted to go back there, I'd rather have died\n\nYou don't understand it, my feeling f
EXTT8=or you\nYou'd be honest with me if only you knew\n\nMy woman got a face like a Teddy Bear\nShe's tossing a baseball bat in the air\nThe meat is so tough you can't cut it with a sword\nI'm crashing my car trunk first into the board\nYou say that my 
EXTT8=eyes are pretty and my smile is nice\nWell, I'd sell it to you at a reduced price\n\nYou don'tunderstand it, my feeling for you\nYou'd be honest with me if only you knew\n\nSome things are too terrible to be true,\nI won't come here no more if it b
EXTT8=others you.\nThere's a Southern Pacific leaving at 9:45\nI'm having a hard time, believing some people were ever alive \nI'm stark naked but I don't care\nI'm goingoff into the woods, and I'm huntin' bear.\n\nYou don't understand it, my feeling for
EXTT8= you\nWell, you'd be honest with me if onlyyou knew\n\nI'm here to create the new imperial empire\nI'm gonna do whatever circumstances require\nI care so much for you I didn't think I could\nI can't tell my heart that you're no good\nWell, my paren
EXTT8=ts, they warned me not to waste my years\nAnd I still got their advice oozing out of my ears\n\nYou don't understand it, my feeling for you\nWell, you'd be honest with me if onlyyou knew\n\nCopyright  2001 Special Rider Music
EXTT9=PO' BOY\n\n(By Bob Dylan - 2001)\n\n\nMan came to the door, I say, "For whom are you lookin' ?"\nHe says, "Your wife", I say, "She's busy in the kitchen cookin'"\nPo' boy, where you been ?\nIalready told you, won't tell you again\n\nI say, "How muc
EXTT9=h you want for that ?", I go into the store\nMan says, "Three dollars","All right", I say, "Will you take four ?"\nPo' boy, never saydie\nThings will be all right by and by\n\nWorkin' like on the main line, working like a devil\nThe game is the sam
EXTT9=e, it's justup on another level\nPo' boy, dressed in black\nPolice at your back\n\nPo' boy in a red hot town, out beyond the twinklin' stars\nRidin' first class trains, makin' the rounds\nTryin' to keep from fallin' between the cars\n\nOthello told
EXTT9= Desdemona, "I'm cold, cover me with a blanket,\nBy the way, what happened to that poisoned wine ?"\nShe said, "I gave it to you, drank it"\nPo' boy, layin' him straight\nPickin' up the cherries fallin, off the plate\n\nTime unloved is brandin, me 
EXTT9=with its claws\nHad to go toFlorida dodgin, them Georgia laws\nPo' boy, in the hotel calledThe Palace of Gloom\nCall down to room service, says "Send up aroom"\n\nMy mother was a daughter of a royalty former\nMy father was a travelin' salesman, I n
EXTT9=ever met him\nWhen my mother died, my uncle took me and he run a funeral parlor\nHe did a lot ofnice things for me and I won't forget him. \n\nAll I know is that I'm thrilled by your kiss\nI don't know any more than this\nPo' boy, pickin' up sticks
EXTT9=\nBuild you a house out of mortar and bricks\n\nKnockin' on the door, I said, "Who's it, where you from?"\nMan said, "Freddie", I said, "Freddie who ?", He said, "Freddie or not,\nhere I come !"\nPo' boy, 'neath the stars that shine\nWashin' them d
EXTT9=ishes, feedin' them swine\n\nCopyright  2001 Special Rider Music
EXTT10=CRY A WHILE\n\n(By Bob Dylan - 2001)\n\n\nWell, I had to go down to see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith\nNasty, dirty, double-crossing, back-stabbing phony I didn't want to\nhave to deal with\nBut I did it for you and all you gave me was a smile\nWell, 
EXTT10=I cried for you, now it's your turn to cry awhile\n\nI don't carry dead weight, I'm no flash in the pan\nAll right, I'll set you straight, can't you see I'm a union man\nI'm letting the cat outof the cage, I'm keeping a low profile\nWell, I cried 
EXTT10=for you,now it's your turn, you can cry awhile\n\nFeel like a fightingrooster, feel better than I ever felt\nBut the Pennsylvania Line in an awful mess and the Denver road's\nabout to melt\nI wentto a Church house, every day I go an extra mile\nWe
EXTT10=ll, I criedfor you, now your turn, you can cry awhile\n\nLast night, 'cross the alley, there was a pounding on the wall\nIt must have been Don Pasquale making a 2 a.m. booty call\nTo break a trustingheart like mine was just your style\nWell, I cri
EXTT10=ed for you, now it's your turn to cry awhile\\\n\nI'm on the fringes of the night, fighting back tears that I can't control\nSome people they ain't human, they got no heart or soul\nBut I'm crying to theLord, trying to be meek and mild\nYes, I cri
EXTT10=ed for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile\n\nWell the preacher's in thepulpit and the babies in their cribs\nI'm longing for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribs\nBut I'm gonna buy me a barrel of whisky, I'll die before I turn senile\n
EXTT10=Yes, I cried for you,now it's your turn, you can cry awhile \n\nWell, you bet on thehorse, and it ran the wrong way\nI always said you'd be sorryand today could be the day\nI might need a good lawyer, could be your funeral, my trail\nWell, I cried
EXTT10= for you, now it's yourturn, you can cry awhile\n\nCopyright   2001 Special Rider Music
EXTT11=SUGAR BABY\n\n(By Bob Dylan - 2001)\n\nI got my back to the sun'cause the light is too intense\nI can see what everybody in the world is up against\nCan't turn back, you can't come back, sometimes we push too far\nOne day you'll open up your eyes 
EXTT11=andyou'll see where we are\n\\\nSugar baby, get on down the road,yeah, you ain't got no brains, nohow\nYou went years without me, might as well keep going now\n\nSome of these bootleggers, they make pretty good stuff\nPlenty of places to hide thin
EXTT11=gs hereif you want to hide 'em bad enough\nI'm staying with Aunt Sally, but you know she not really my Aunt\nSome of these mem'riesyou can learn to live with and some of 'em you can't\n\nSugar baby, get on down the line, ya ain't got no brains, no
EXTT11=how\nYou went years without me, you might as well keep going now\n\nThe ladies down in Darktown, they're doing the Darktown strut\nYou always got to be prepared, but you never know for what\nThere ain't no limit to the amount of trouble women brin
EXTT11=g\nLove is pleasing, love is teasing, love not an evil thing\n\nSugar baby, get on down the road, ain't got no brains, nohow\nYou went yearswithout me, might as well keep going now\n\nEvery moment of existence seems like some dirty trick\nHappines
EXTT11=s can come suddenlyand leave just as quick\nAny minute of the day the bubble canburst\nTry to make things better for someone sometimes you justend up\nmaking it a thousand times worse\n\nSugar baby, get ondown the road, ain't got no brains, nohow\
EXTT11=nYou went years without me, might as well keep going now\n\nYour charms have brokenmany a heart and mine is surely one\nYou got a way of tearingthe world apart, love, see what you've done\nJust as sure as we're living, just as sure as you're born\
EXTT11=nLook up, look up, seekyour Maker, 'fore Gabriel blows his horn\n\nSugar baby, get ondown the line, you ain't got no sense, nohow\nYou went years without me, might as well keep going now\n\nCopyright  2001 Special Rider Music
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