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 | 
 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 | 
 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 | 
 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 | 
 2 * verse instrumental
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