Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dylan's Hard Rain, artist - Ryan Bingham. Album song Roadhouse Sun, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Record label: Lost Highway, Universal Music
Song language: English
Dylan's Hard Rain |
I’m a homeless man with my thumb in the wind |
I sure miss my kin but then again, |
I’m on the road with a song for you. |
I took a step, I lost a bet, |
They cut off my tongue now they’re full of regret, |
Careful what you say if they ain’t gonna listen anyway. |
Just make the cash, bet on the past, |
Everybody’s so afraid to be last, |
You can’t take back everything you leave behind. |
Is everybody so ashamed, for letting it all slide. |
Is everybody so afraid, Mr. Dylan’s hard rain was fair warning. |
On a shake down in the alley, |
Breaking people’s faces gonna start you up a rally, |
I’ve never seen a day in the sun with gun, |
That’s loaded for you. |
There’s some hippies, in the back room, |
Rockin' and a rollin' and a smoking to an old tune, |
Someone took a guitar and a match, and set peace on fire. |
Hey my brotha, what is wrong, |
You lost all your money on the corner rollin' bones, |
Give him your cash motherfucker, he’s too fast for you. |
Is everybody so ashamed, for letting it all slide. |
Is everybody so afraid, Mr. Dylan’s hard rain was fair warning. |
On the T.V. there’s a white man, |
Too much make up on his wife with God’s plan. |
I guess the religious vote, made it to Congress. |
On the border of Tijuana, |
People are growing truck loads of marijuana, |
Maybe someday are friends will be American farmers. |
There’s a necklace, in the south, |
A few hopeless people still hanging it around, |
The wind’s gonna cut you down, in the long run. |
Is everybody so ashamed, for letting it all slide. |
I won’t be afraid, Mr. Dylan’s hard rain cause it’s boiling, fair warning. |
So can we save us, from today, |
The hands of the wretched are the ones getting paid, |
Everything stays the same, if you don’t change it. |
And all the dreams will bust at the seam, |
It all goes down in the mighty machine, |
You don’t care now, but someday you might need it. |
I heard the whistle, start to blowin' |
Then I saw the mountain in the back come tumblin' |
Everybody’s wishing they could get out of the way, |
Everybody’s wishing they could dig their ass out of the grave. |