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

Tell me that it isn't true All of those awful things that I have heard I don't want to believe them, all I want is your word I have heard rumors all over town They say that you're planning to put me down All I would like you to do Is tell me that it

Buckets of rain Buckets of tears Got all them buckets comin' out of my ears Buckets of moonbeams in my hand You got all the love Honey baby, I can stand I've been meek And hard like an oak I've seen pretty people disappear like smoke

Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams Ring them bells from the sanctuaries cross the valleys and streams For they're deep and they're wide And the world is on its side And time is running backwards And so is the bride Ring them bells Saint

Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Oh, the ragman draws circles Up and down the block I’d ask him what the matter was But I know that he don’t talk And the ladies treat me kindly And they

To make you feel my love When the rain is blowing in your face And the whole world is on your case I could offer a warm embrace When evening shadows and the stars appear And there is no one there to dry your tears I could hold you for a million years I

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane When your mother sends back all your invitations And your father, to your sister he explains That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations Now, when all of the flower ladies what back what they have lent you

'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you Throw my ticket out the window Throw my suitcase out there, too Throw my troubles out the door I don't need them any more I should have left this town this morning But it was more than I could do Oh, your love

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door Mama, take this badge off of me I can't use it anymore It's gettin' dark, too dark to see Mama, put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore That long black cloud is

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon, Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman Standing on the waters casting your bread While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing Distant ships sailing into the mist, You were born