Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Angelina, artist - Bob Dylan. Date of issue: 16.09.2021
Song language: English
Angelina |
| Well, its always been my nature to take chances |
| My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances |
| Where the current is strong and the monkey dances |
| To the tune of a concertina |
| Blood dryin in my yellow hair as I go from shore to shore |
| I know what it is that has drawn me to your door |
| But whatever it could be, makes you think youve seen me before |
| Angelina |
| Oh, angelina. |
| oh, angelina |
| His eyes were two slits that would make a snake proud |
| With a face that any painter would paint as he walked through the crowd |
| Worshipping a God with the body of a woman well endowed |
| And the head of a hyena |
| Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek? |
| If you can read my mind, why must I speak? |
| No, I have heard nothing about the man that you seek |
| Angelina |
| Oh, angelina. |
| oh, angelina |
| In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode |
| The peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed |
| I was only following instructions when the judge sent me down the road |
| With your subpoena |
| When you cease to exist, then who will you blame? |
| Ive tried my best to love you, but I cannot play this game |
| Your best friend and my worst enemy is one and the same |
| Angelina |
| Oh, angelina. |
| oh, angelina |
| Theres a black mercedes rollin through the combat zone |
| Your servants are half dead; |
| youre down to the bone |
| Tell me, tall man, where would you like to be overthrown |
| Maybe down in jerusalem or argentina? |
| She was stolen from her mother when she was three days old |
| Now her vengeance has been satisfied and her possessions have been sold |
| Hes surrounded by gods angels and shes wearin a blindfold |
| And so are you, angelina |
| Oh, angelina. |
| oh, angelina |
| I see pieces of men marching; |
| trying to take heaven by force |
| I can see the unknown rider, I can see the pale white horse |
| In gods truth tell me what you want, and youll have it of course |
| Just step into the arena |
| Beat a path of retreat up them spiral staircases |
| Pass the tree of smoke, pass the angel with four faces |
| Begging God for mercy and weepin in unholy places |
| Angelina |
| Oh, angelina. |
| oh, angelina |