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Sylvio
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By Bob Dylan
Stake my future on a hell of a past Looks like tomorrow is a-comin' on fast Ain't complainin' 'bout what I got Seen better times but who has not
Sylvio, silver and gold won't Buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Sylvio, I gotta go findout something only dead men know.
You can hear me rockin' like a rollin' stone When I come a knockin' don't throw me no bone I'm an old boll weevil lookin' for a home If you don't like me, honey, leave me alone
I can snap my fingers and acquire the rain From a clear blue sky and turn it off again I can stroke your body and relieve your pain Charm the whistle off the evenin' train
Give what I got til I got no more Take what I can get til I can even the score You know I love you, honey, and furthermore When it's time to go you gotta open door
I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain You give something up for everything you gain Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain Get your ticket here, honey, and don't complain
One of these days, and it won't be long I'm going down in the valley Gonna sing my song Gonna sing it loud Gonna sing it strong Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong
Featured on the following albums:
The Summer Of Love 2002 Part 2
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