Any Real Bob Dylan Fan Would Sleep

All The Tired Horses In The Sun How'm I Supposed To Get Any Ridin' Done? Hmm.

Stay Free Of Petty Jealousies, Live By No Man's Code, And Hold Your Judgment For Yourself, Lest You Wind Up On This Road.

It Will Scramble Your Head And Drag Your Brain About, Sometimes You Gotta Do Like Elvis Did And Shoot The Damn Thing Out.

People Tell Me It's A Sin, To Know And Feel Too Much Within.

To Preach Of Peace And Brotherhood, Oh What Might Be The Cost? A Man He Did It Long Ago, And They Hung Him On A Cross.