Well I'm Living In A Foreign Country

The Line It Is Drawn The Curse It Is Cast The Slow One Now Will Later Be Fast As The Present Now Will Later Be Past The New Order Is Rapidly Fadin'. And The First One Now Will Later Be Last For The Times They Are A-changin'.

Seven Shots Ring Out Like The Ocean's Pounding Roar, There's Seven People Dead On A South Dakota Farm.

The Inmates And Prisoners, I Found They Were My Kind, And It Was There Inside The Bars I Found My Peace Of Mind.

Suddenly I Found You And The Spirit In Me Sings, Don't Have To Look No Further, You're The Soul Of Many Things.

You Can't Be Happy By Doing Something Groovy.