Bob Dylan

Words and music by bob dylan
Summer days, summer nights are gone
Summer days and summer nights are gone
I know a place where theres still somethin going on
Ive got a house on the hill, I got hogs out in the mud
Ive got a house on the hill, I got hogs all out in the mud
Ive got a long haired woman, she got royal indian blood
Everybody get ready, lift up your glasses and sing
Everybody get ready, lift up your glasses and sing
Well Im standin on the table, Im proposin a toast to the king
Im driving in the flats in a cadillac car
The girls all say "youre a worn out star"
My pockets are loaded, and Im spending every dime
How can you say you love someone else, you know its me all the time
Well the fogs so thick you cant spy the land
Well the fogs so thick that you cant even spy the land
What good are you anyway if you cant stand up to some old businessman?
Weddin bells are ringin and the choir is beginning to sing
Yes, the weddin bells are ringin and the choirs beginning to sing
What looks good in the day, at night is another thing
Shes looking in to my eyes, and shes a-holding my hand
She looks in to my eyes, shes holding my hand
She say, "you cant repeat the past,"
I say "you cant? what do you mean you cant? of course you can."
Where do you come from, where do you go?