Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jokerman, artist - Bob Dylan. Date of issue: 14.11.1994
Song language: English
Jokerman |
| Standin' on the waters castin' your bread |
| While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowin' |
| Distant ships sailin' into the mist |
| You were born with a snake in both of your fists |
| While a hurricane was blowing |
| Freedom just around the corner for you |
| But with the truth so far off, what good will it do? |
| Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune |
| Bird fly high by the light of the moon |
| Ohh, ohh, jokerman |
| So swiftly the sun sets in the sky |
| You rise up and say goodbye to no one |
| Fools rush in where angels fear to tread |
| Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don’t show one |
| Sheddin' off one more layer of skin |
| Keepin' one step ahead of the persecutor within |
| Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune |
| Bird fly high by the light of the moon |
| Ohh, ohh, jokerman |
| You’re a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds |
| Manipulator of crowds, you’re a dream twister |
| You’re goin' to Sodom and Gomorrah but what do you care? |
| Ain’t nobody there would want to marry your ister |
| Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame |
| You look into the fiery furnace |
| See the rich man without any name |
| Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune |
| Bird fly high by the light of the moon |
| Ohh, ohh, jokerman |
| Well, the book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy |
| The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers |
| In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed |
| Michelangelo indeed could’ve carved out your features |
| Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space |
| Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face |
| Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune |
| Bird fly high by the light of the moon |
| Ohh, ohh, jokerman |
| Well, the rifleman’s stalkin' the sick and the lame |
| Preacherman seeks the same, who’ll get there first is uncertain |
| Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks |
| Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain |
| False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin |
| Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in |
| Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune |
| Bird fly high by the light of the moon |
| Ohh, ohh, jokerman |
| It’s a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray |
| A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet |
| He’ll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat |
| Take the motherless children off the street |
| And place them at the feet of a harlot |
| Oh, jokerman, you know what he wants |
| Oh, jokerman, you don’t show any response |
| Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune |
| Bird fly high by the light of the moon |
| Ohh, ohh, jokerman |