Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you Though I know that evenings empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to

I see a dust trail following an old red Nova Baby blue eyes, your head on my shoulder You don't look a day over fast cars and freedom That sunset river bank first time feeling Wait, baby, don't move, right there it is T-shirt hanging off a dogwood branch

I see a dust trail following an old red Nova Baby blue eyes, your head on my shoulder You don't look a day over fast cars and freedom That sunset river bank first time feeling Wait, baby, don't move, right there it is T-shirt hanging off a dogwood branch

Oh gimme that fire Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone Burn, burn, burn And my mother told me son let it be Sold my soul to the calling Sold my soul to a sweet melody Calling my name oh, lost in the fire Lonely shadows following me Lonely ghosts

That's why I'm following you On my own, would I wander through this wonderland alone? Never knowing my right foot from my left My hat from my glove, I'm too misty and too much in love Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree And I feel like I'm

Just following my instinct Just know that I stay in-sync With my instinct Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the South I'm just following my instinct Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the Southside Following my Tell me what you wanna do Brown skin's all

I see a dust trail following an old red Nova Baby blue eyes, your head on my shoulder You don't look a day over fast cars and freedom That sunset river bank first time feeling Wait, baby, don't move, right there it is T-shirt hanging off a dogwood branch

I'm too misty, and too much in love. You can say that you're leading me on, But it's just what I want you to do, Don't you notice how hopelessly I'm lost, That's why I'm following you. On my own, would I wander through this wonderland alone, Never

Oh my darling, oh my love The things that we are made of I remember driving down the rutted roads late at night Following the summer moon, bright as any pair of headlights I felt the air on my face and the night pressed inside my palm A moment captured

Oh, bad luck, yeah, bad luck Keeps following me, won't let me be I asked bad luck this morning Won't let me be, keeps following me Hey, I wanna tell you about my troubles I've had just about every bad luck a man can have In my moving around, I've played