Bob Dylan - Floater Lyrics
Words and music by bob dylanDown over the windowFrom the dazzling sunlit placeThrough the back alleys, through the blindsAnother one of the memphis daysHoney bees are buzzingLeaves begin to stirI'm in love with my second cousinI tell myself i could be happy forever with herI keep listening for footstepsBut i ain't never hearing anyFrom the boat, i fish for bullheadsI catch a lot, sometimes too manyA summer breeze is blowin'A squall is setting inSometimes it's just plain stupidTo get into any kind of windWell the old men 'round hereSometimes they get on bad termsWith the younger men,Old, young, age don't carry weightIt doesn't matter in the endOne of the boss' hangers-onSometimes comes to callAt times you least expectTryin' to bully you, strongarm you,Inspire you with fearIt has the opposite effectThere's a new grove of trees on the outskirts of townThe other one is long gone10 foot, 2 foot, 6 acrossBurns with the bark still onThey say times are hardIf you don't believe it you can follow your noseIt don't bother me, times are hard anywhereWe'll just have to see how it goesMy old man, he's like some feudal lordHe's got more lives than a catI've never seen him quarrel with my mother even onceThings come alive or they fall flatYou can smell the pine wood burnin'You can hear the school bell ringGot to get up near the teacher, if you canIf you wanna learn anythingRomeo, he said to juliet, you got a poor complexionThat don't give your appearance a very youthful touchJuliet said back to romeo,Why don't you just shove off,If it bothers you so muchThey all got outta here any way they couldCold rain can give you the shiversThey went down the ohio, the cumberland, the tennessee,All the rest of them rebel riversIf you ever try to interfere with meOr cross my path again,You do so at the peril of your lifeI'm not quite as cool, or forgiving as i soundI've seen enough heartache and strifeMy grandfather was a duck trapper,He could do it with just dragnets and ropesMy grandmother could sew new dresses out of old cloth,I don't know if they had any dreams or hopesI had 'em once, though i supposeTo go along with all the ring dancing,Christmas carols and all the christmas evesI left all my dreams and hopesBuried under tobacco leavesNot always easy kicking someone outGot to wait awhile, it can be an unpleasant taskSometimes somebody wants you to give something upAnd tears or not, it's too much to ask
