Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High Water (For Charley Patton), artist - Bob Dylan. Date of issue: 10.09.2001
Song language: English
High Water (For Charley Patton) |
| High water risin', rising night and day |
| All the gold and silver are being stolen away |
| Big Joe Turner looking east and west from the dark room of his mind |
| He made it to Kansas City, Twelfth Street and Vine |
| Nothin' standing there, high water everywhere |
| High water rising the shacks are sliding down |
| Folks lose their possessions, the folks are leaving town |
| Reformation shook it, broke it, then she hung it on the wall |
| Say you dancin' with whom they tell you to or you don’t dance at all |
| It’s tough out there, high water everywhere |
| I got a craven love for blazin' speed, I got a hopped up Mustang Ford |
| Jump into the wagon, love, throw your panties overboard |
| I can write you poems, make a strong man lose his mind |
| I’m no pig without a wig, I hope you treat me kind |
| Things are breakin' up out there, high water everywhere |
| High water rising, six inches above my head |
| Coffins droppin' in the street like balloons made out of lead |
| Water poured into Vicksburg, don’t know what I’m gonna do |
| «Don't reach out for me» she said, can’t you see I’m drowning too |
| It’s rough out there, high water everywhere |
| Well, George Lewes told the Englishman, the Italian and the Jew |
| You can’t open up your mind, boys, to every conceivable point of view |
| They got Charles Darwin trapped out there on Highway 5 |
| Judge says to the High Sheriff, «I want them dead or alive» |
| Either one, I don’t care, high water everywhere |
| Well, the cuckoo is a pretty bird, she warbles as she flies |
| I’m preachin' the word of God, I’m puttin' out your eyes |
| I asked Fat Nancy for somethin' to eat, she said, «Take it off the shelf» |
| As great as you are man, you’ll never be greater than yourself |
| I told her, «I didn’t really care» high water everywhere |
| I get up in the mornin', I believe I’ll dust my broom |
| Keepin' away from the women, I’m givin' them lots of room |
| Thunder rollin' over Clarksdale, everythin' a-lookin' blue |
| I just can’t be happy, love, unless you’re happy too |
| It’s bad out there, high water everywhere |