It's true that all the men you knew were dealers Who said they were through with dealing Every time you gave them shelter I know that kind of man, it's hard to hold the hand of anyone Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.
I was ridin' on the Mayflower when I thought I spied some land.
...from the Dylan album that forever made me a fan!
I love this stanza:
Well, by this time I was fed up At tryin’ to make a stab At bringin’ back any help For my friends and Captain Arab I decided to flip a coin Like either heads or tails Would let me know if I should go Back to ship or back to jail So I hocked my sailor suit And I got a coin to flip It came up tails It rhymed with sails So I made it back to the ship.
Some people might say my life is in a rut But I'm quite happy with what I've got People might say that I should strive for more But I'm so happy I can't see the point
