Dylan's Hard Rain Lyrics
| Song | Dylan's Hard Rain |
| Artist | Ryan Bingham |
| Album | Roadhouse Sun |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bingham | |
| Well, 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 everythin' you leave behind | |
| Is everybody so ashamed | |
| For lettin' it all slide? | |
| Is everybody so afraid? | |
| Mr. Dylan's | |
| Hard Rain was fair warnin' | |
| On a shake down in the alley | |
| Breakin' people's faces, gonna start you up a rally | |
| I've never seen a day in the sun with the gun | |
| That's loaded for you | |
| There's some hippies in the back room | |
| Rockin' and a-rollin' and a-smokin' to an old tune | |
| Someone took the guitar and a match | |
| And set peace on fire | |
| Hey my brother, what is wrong? | |
| You lost all your money on the corner rollin' bones | |
| Give him your cash, mother****er | |
| He's too fast for you | |
| Is everybody so ashamed | |
| For lettin' it all slide? | |
| Is everybody so afraid? | |
| Mr. Dylan's | |
| Hard Rain was fair warnin' | |
| On the TV, there's a white man | |
| Too much make up on his wife with | |
| God's plan | |
| I guess the religious vote made it to | |
| CongressAnd on the border of | |
| TijuanaPeople are growin' truck loads of marijuana | |
| Maybe someday our friends will be | |
| American farmers | |
| Then the necklace in the south | |
| A few hopeless people still hangin' it around | |
| The wind's gonna cut you down in the long run | |
| Is everybody so ashamed | |
| For lettin' it all slide? | |
| I won't be afraid | |
| Mr. Dylan's | |
| Hard Rain is where it's pourin' in, fair warnin' | |
| So can we save us from today? | |
| The hands of the wretched are the ones gettin' paid | |
| Everythin' 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 wishin' they could get out of the way | |
| Everybody's wishin' they could dig their ass out of the grave |
| zuo qu : Bingham | |
| Well, 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 everythin' you leave behind | |
| Is everybody so ashamed | |
| For lettin' it all slide? | |
| Is everybody so afraid? | |
| Mr. Dylan' s | |
| Hard Rain was fair warnin' | |
| On a shake down in the alley | |
| Breakin' people' s faces, gonna start you up a rally | |
| I' ve never seen a day in the sun with the gun | |
| That' s loaded for you | |
| There' s some hippies in the back room | |
| Rockin' and arollin' and asmokin' to an old tune | |
| Someone took the guitar and a match | |
| And set peace on fire | |
| Hey my brother, what is wrong? | |
| You lost all your money on the corner rollin' bones | |
| Give him your cash, mother er | |
| He' s too fast for you | |
| Is everybody so ashamed | |
| For lettin' it all slide? | |
| Is everybody so afraid? | |
| Mr. Dylan' s | |
| Hard Rain was fair warnin' | |
| On the TV, there' s a white man | |
| Too much make up on his wife with | |
| God' s plan | |
| I guess the religious vote made it to | |
| CongressAnd on the border of | |
| TijuanaPeople are growin' truck loads of marijuana | |
| Maybe someday our friends will be | |
| American farmers | |
| Then the necklace in the south | |
| A few hopeless people still hangin' it around | |
| The wind' s gonna cut you down in the long run | |
| Is everybody so ashamed | |
| For lettin' it all slide? | |
| I won' t be afraid | |
| Mr. Dylan' s | |
| Hard Rain is where it' s pourin' in, fair warnin' | |
| So can we save us from today? | |
| The hands of the wretched are the ones gettin' paid | |
| Everythin' 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 wishin' they could get out of the way | |
| Everybody' s wishin' they could dig their ass out of the grave |
| zuò qǔ : Bingham | |
| Well, 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 everythin' you leave behind | |
| Is everybody so ashamed | |
| For lettin' it all slide? | |
| Is everybody so afraid? | |
| Mr. Dylan' s | |
| Hard Rain was fair warnin' | |
| On a shake down in the alley | |
| Breakin' people' s faces, gonna start you up a rally | |
| I' ve never seen a day in the sun with the gun | |
| That' s loaded for you | |
| There' s some hippies in the back room | |
| Rockin' and arollin' and asmokin' to an old tune | |
| Someone took the guitar and a match | |
| And set peace on fire | |
| Hey my brother, what is wrong? | |
| You lost all your money on the corner rollin' bones | |
| Give him your cash, mother er | |
| He' s too fast for you | |
| Is everybody so ashamed | |
| For lettin' it all slide? | |
| Is everybody so afraid? | |
| Mr. Dylan' s | |
| Hard Rain was fair warnin' | |
| On the TV, there' s a white man | |
| Too much make up on his wife with | |
| God' s plan | |
| I guess the religious vote made it to | |
| CongressAnd on the border of | |
| TijuanaPeople are growin' truck loads of marijuana | |
| Maybe someday our friends will be | |
| American farmers | |
| Then the necklace in the south | |
| A few hopeless people still hangin' it around | |
| The wind' s gonna cut you down in the long run | |
| Is everybody so ashamed | |
| For lettin' it all slide? | |
| I won' t be afraid | |
| Mr. Dylan' s | |
| Hard Rain is where it' s pourin' in, fair warnin' | |
| So can we save us from today? | |
| The hands of the wretched are the ones gettin' paid | |
| Everythin' 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 wishin' they could get out of the way | |
| Everybody' s wishin' they could dig their ass out of the grave |
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