I like to spend some time in Mozambique The sunny sky is aqua blue And all the couples dancing cheek to cheek It's very nice to stay a week or two And maybe fall in love just me and you There's lots of pretty girls in Mozambique And plenty time for good

There must be some way out of here Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief Businessmen, they drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth None of them along the line know what any of it is worth No reason to get excited,the

And it's all over now, baby blue You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast Yonder stands your orphan with his gun Crying like a fire in the sun Look out the saints are comin'

She's got everything she needs She's an artist, she don't look back Proud to steal her anything she sees She never stumbles She's got no place to fall Bow down to her on Sunday Salute her when her birthday comes She can take the dark out of the night

She's got everything she needs, she's an artist She don't look back You will start out standing Proud to steal her anything she sees She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall She wears an Egyptian ring that sparkles before she speaks Bow down to her

Do you, Mr. Jones? You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked and you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard but you don't understand Just what you will say when you get home Because something is happening here but you

Our conversation was short and sweet It nearly swept me off my feet And I'm back in the rain, oh And you are on dry land You made it there somehow You're a big girl now Bird on the horizon, sittin' on a fence He's singin' his song for me at his own

Lay lady lay Lay across my big brass bed Stay lady stay Stay with your man a while Stay while the night is still ahead Whatever colors you have in your mind I show them to you and you see them shine Until the break of day Let me see you make him smile

Hopin’ you’ll come through, too I’m pledging my time Well, early in the mornin’ ’Til late at night I got a poison headache But I feel all right Well, the hobo got too high And it came down natur’lly

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon