Went to See the Gypsy (Demo) - Bob Dylan

Two great European narcotics, Alcohol and Christianity, I know which one I prefer We never went to church, Just get on with work and sometimes things'll hurt, But it's hit me since you left us, And it's so hard not to search. If you were still about, I'd ask you what I'm supposed to do now, I just get a bit scared, Every now, Hope I made you proud. On your birthday when mom passed the forks and spoons, I put my head on the table I was so distraught with you, You tidied your things into the bin, The more poorly you grew, So there's nothing of yours to hold or to talk to. Put your hand up and interrupt the conversation with a, but. People say I interrupt people with the same look. Sometimes I think so hard I can't remember how your face looked, Started reading about dreams in your favourite book. Panic and pace when I can't see the right thing to do. You'd be scratching your head through the best advice you knew. And I feel sad I can't hear you reciting it through, I miss you dad but I've got nothing to remind me of you I needed a break when your book about dreams was taken, I needed to pray or see a priest that day, I needed to leave this trade and just heave it away. But I cleaned up my place like you so I could see things straight. I never cared about God when life was sailin' in the calm, So I said I'd get my head down and I'd deal with the ache in my heart, And for that if God exists I'd reckon he'd pay me regard, Mom says me and you are the same from the start. I guess than you did leave me something to remind me of you, Everytime I interrupt someone like you used to, When I do something like you you'll be on my mind or through, 'Cause I forgot you left me behind to remind me of you. But you you still tell me how you didn't know what to do even now, And then I'm not so scared somehow, 'Cause I know that you'd be proud. I got a good one for you dad, I'm gonna see a priest, a Rabbi and a Protestant clergyman, You always said I should hedge my bets.

Stake my future on a hell of a past Looks like tomorrow is coming on fast Ain't complaining 'bout what I got Seen better times, but who has not? Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know Honest as the next jade rolling that stone When I come knocking don't throw me no bone I'm an old boll weevil looking for a home If you don't like it you can leave me alone I can snap my fingers and require the rain From a clear blue sky and turn it off again I can stroke your body and relieve your pain And charm the whistle off an evening train Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know I give what I got until I got no more I take what I get until I even the score You know I love you and furthermore When it's time to go you got an open door I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain You give something up for everything you gain Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain Pay for your ticket and don't complain Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go, go Find out something only dead men know One of these days and it won't be long Going down in the valley and sing my song I will sing it loud and sing it strong Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know Come on Come on