歌词：
Bob Dylan Another Side Of Bob Dylan

I ain't lookin' to compete with you Beat or cheat or mistreat you Simplify you, classify you Deny, defy or crucify you All I really want to do Is, baby

Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges soon"

to me an' talk to me An' tell me what it's all about I was standin' at the side road listenin' to the billboard knock Standin' at the side road listenin

Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem Cannot hold you to it's heat Your temperature's too hot for tamin' Your flamin' feet up, burnin' up the street I am homeless

I pounded on a farmhouse Lookin' for a place to stay I was mighty, mighty tired I had come a long, long way I said, "Hey, hey, in there Is there anybody

I can't understand, she let go of my hand And left me here facing the wall I'd sure like to know, why she did go But I can't get close to her at all

Will walk to me, talk to me, Tell me what it's all about. I was standin' at the side road Listenin' to the billboard knock. Standin' at the side road

: Ramona, come closer, Shut softly your watery eyes. The pangs of your sadness Shall pass as your senses will rise. The flowers of the city Though breathlike

: Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in