Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lonesome Day Blues, artist - Bob Dylan. Date of issue: 10.09.2001
Song language: English
Lonesome Day Blues |
| Well, today has been a sad and lonesome day |
| Yeah, today has been a sad and lonesome day |
| I’m just sitting here thinking with my mind a million miles away |
| Well, they’re doing the double shuffle, throwing sand on the floor |
| They’re doing the double shuffle, they’re throwing sand on the floor |
| When I left my longtime darling, she was standing in the door |
| Well, my pa he died and left me, my brother got killed in the war |
| Well, my pa he died and left me, my brother got killed in the war |
| My sister she ran off and got married, never was heard of anymore |
| Samantha Brown lived in my house for 'bout four or five months |
| Samantha Brown lived in my house for 'bout four or five months |
| Don’t know how it looked to other people, I never slept with her even once |
| Well the road washed out, weather not fit for man or beast |
| Well the road’s washed out, weather not fit for man or beast |
| Funny, the things you have the hardest time parting with, are the things you |
| need the least |
| Well, I’m forty miles from the mill, I’m dropping it into overdrive |
| I’m forty miles from the mill, I’m dropping it into overdrive |
| Set my dial on the radio I wish my mother was still alive |
| I seen your lover-man comin', comin' across the barren fields |
| I see your lover-man comin', comin' 'cross the barren fields |
| He not a gentleman at all, he’s rotten to the core, he’s a coward and he steals |
| Well my captain he’s decorated, he’s well-schooled and he’s skilled |
| My captain he’s decorated, he’s well-schooled and he’s skilled |
| He’s not sentimental, don’t bother him at all; |
| how many of his pals have been |
| killed. |
| Last night the wind was whispering, I was trying to make out what it was |
| Last night the wind was whispering something, I was trying to make out what it was |
| Yeah I tell myself something’s coming, but it never does |
| I’m going to spare the defeated, I’m going to speak to the crowd |
| I’m going to spare the defeated, 'cause I’m going to speak to the crowd |
| I’m going to teach peace to the conquered, I’m going to tame the proud |
| Well, the leaves are rustling in the wood, things are falling off of the shelf |
| Leaves are rustling in the wood, things are falling off the shelf |
| You’re gonna need my help sweetheart, you can’t make love all by yourself. |