DIGNITY
Bob Dylan
Intro: 1 * verse instrumental
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| Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel
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Thin man lookin' at his last meal
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| Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfi | eld
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Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass
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young man lookin' in the shadows that pass
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poor man lookin' through painted glass
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| Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
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| Somebody said dignity was the | first to leave
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| I went into the city, | went into the town
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| went into the land of the midnight - | sun
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Searchin' high, searchin' low
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Searchin' everywhere I know
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Askin' the cops wherever I go
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Organ solo
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Blind man breakin' out of a trance
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Puts both his hands in the pocket of chance
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Hopin' to find one circumstance
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I went to the wedding of Mary-lou
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She said " I don't want nobody see me talkin' to you"
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Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew
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I went down where the vultures feed
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I would've gone deeper, but there wasn't any need
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Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
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Wasn't any difference to me
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Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
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House on fire, debts unpaid
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Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid
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Organ solo
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Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears
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In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors
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Lookin' into the lost forgotten years
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Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues
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Said he'd give me information if his name wasn't used
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He wanted money up front, said he was abused
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Footprints runnin' cross the silver sand
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Steps goin' down into tatoo land
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I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light
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In the bordertowns of despair
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Got no place to fade, got no coat
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I'm on the rollin' river in a jerkin' boat
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Tryin' to read a note somebody wrote
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Organ solo
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Sick man lookin' for the doctor's cure
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Lookin' at his hands for the lines that were
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And into every masterpiece of literature
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Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind
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Combin' his hair back, his future looks thin
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Bites the bullet and he looks within
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Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed
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Dignity never been photographed
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I went into the red, went into the black
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Into the valley of dry bone dreams
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So many roads, So much at stake
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So many dead ends, I'm at the edge of the lake
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Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take
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2 * verse instrumental
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