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You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
Your empty-handed painter from the streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
Your empty-handed army is all going home
Your lover who just walked out the door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping-stones behind, there's something that calls for you
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
- Album:
- Bob Dylan
- Dylan
- Miscellaneous
- The Bootleg Series Volumes 1-3
- New Morning
- The Basement Tapes
- Love And Theft
- Time Out Of Mind
- Dylan And The Dead
- Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid
- Another Side of Bob Dylan
- Blonde on Blonde
- Blood on the Tracks
- Bringing It All Back Home
- Desire
- Down in the Groove
- Empire Burlesque
- Good as I Been to You
- Highway 61 Revisited
- Infidels