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    Bob Dylan Lyrics
    "The Christmas Blues"
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    The jingle bells are jingling
    The streets are white with snow
    The happy crowds are mingling
    But there's no one that I know

    I'm sure that you'll forgive me
    If I don't enthuse
    I guess I've got the Christmas blues

    I've done my window shopping
    There's not a store I've missed
    But what's the use of stopping
    When there's no one on your list

    You'll know the way I'm feeling
    When you love and you lose
    I guess I've got the Christmas blues

    When somebody wants you
    Somebody needs you
    Christmas is a joy of joy
    But friends, when you're lonely
    You'll find that it's only
    A thing for little girls and little boys

    May all your days be merry
    Your seasons full of cheer
    But till it's January
    I'll just go and disappear

    Old Santa may have brought you
    Some stars for your shoes
    But Santa only brought me the blues
    Those brightly packaged
    Tinsel covered Christmas blues

    Old Santa may have brought you
    Some stars for your shoes
    But Santa only brought me the blues
    Those brightly packaged
    Tinsel covered Christmas blues
     
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    Bob Dylan said he liked Jimi Hendrix's rendition of this song better than his. I agree.

    All Along the Watchtower

    There must be some way out of here
    Said the joker to the thief
    There's too much confusion
    I can't get no relief

    Businessmen, they drink my wine
    Plowmen dig my earth
    None of them along the line
    Know what any of it is worth

    No reason to get excited
    The thief he kindly spoke
    There are many here among us
    Who feel that life is but a joke

    But you and I, we've been through that
    And this is not our fate
    So let us not talk falsely now
    The hour is getting late

    All along the watchtower
    Princes kept the view
    While all the women came and went
    Barefoot servants, too

    Outside in the distance
    A wildcat did growl
    Two riders were approaching
    The wind began to howl
     
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    Dylan goes electric in 1965

    Subterranean Homesick Blues



    And discussing the boos
    In the newsprint reviews

     
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    And since I have always been a Leon Russell junkie, this is my favorite version of A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall.

     
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    They'll stone you when you're at the breakfast table
    They'll stone you when you are young and able
    They'll stone you when you're tryin' to make a buck
    Then they'll stone you and then they'll say "good luck"
    Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone
    Everybody must get stoned
     
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    Chimes of Freedom
    Bob Dylan

    Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
    We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
    As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
    Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
    Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
    Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
    An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
    An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

    Through the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
    With faces hidden as the walls were tightening
    As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
    Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
    Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
    Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsakened
    Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake
    An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

    Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
    The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
    That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
    Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
    Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
    Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
    An' the poet and the painter far behind his rightful time
    An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

    In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
    For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
    Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
    All down in taken-for-granted situations
    Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute
    For the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
    For the misdemeanor outlaw, chaineded an' cheated by pursuit
    An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

    Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flared
    An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
    Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
    Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
    Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
    For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
    An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
    An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

    Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
    Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
    As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
    Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
    Tolling for the aching whose wounds cannot be nursed
    For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
    An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
    An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

    Source: LyricFind
     
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