lonesome day blues

Singer:bob dylan

well

today has been a sad and lonesome day

yeah

today has been a sad and lonesome day

i'm just sitting here thinking with my mind a million miles away

well

they're doing the double shuffle

throwing sand on the floor

they're doing the double shuffle

they're throwing sand on the floor

when i left my longtime darling

she was standing in the door

well

my pa he died and left me

my brother got killed in the war

well

my pa he died and left me

my brother got killed in the war

my sister she ran off and got married

never was heard of anymore

samantha brown lived in my house for 'bout four or five months

samantha brown lived in my house for 'bout four or five months

don't know how it looked to other people

i never slept with her even once

well the road washed out

weather not fit for man or beast

well the road washed out

weather not fit for man or beast

funny

the things you have the hardest time parting with

are the things you need the least

well

i'm forty miles from the mill

i'm dropping it into overdrive

i'm forty miles from the mill

i'm dropping it into overdrive

set my dial on the radio

i wish my mother was still alive

i seen your lover-man coming

coming across the barren fields

i see your lover-man coming

coming across the barren fields

he not a gentleman at all

he's rotten to the core

he's a coward and he's

steel

well my captain he's decorated

he's well-schooled and he's skilled

my captain he's decorated

he's well-schooled and he's skilled

he's not sentimental

don't bother him at all; how many of his pals have been killed. last night the wind was whispering

i was trying to make out what it was

last night the wind was whispering something

i was trying to make out what it was

yeh i tell myself something's coming

but it never does

i'm going to spare the defeated

i'm going to speak to the crowd

i'm going to spare the defeated

'cause i'm going to speak to the crowd

i'm going to teach peace to the conquered

i'm going to tame the proud

well

the leaves are rustling in the wood

things are falling off of the shelf

leaves are rustling in the wood

things are falling off the shelf

you're gonna need my help sweetheart

you can't make love all by yourself.

Lyric Context: lonesome day blues - bob dylan