We carried you in our arms on Independence Day
And now you'd throw us all aside and put us all away
Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun could treat a father so?
To wait upon him hand and foot and always tell him No
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
And life is brief
It was all very painless
When you went out to receive
All that false instruction
Which we never could believe
And now the heart is filled with gold
As if it was a purse
But, oh, what kind of love is this
Which goes from bad to worse?
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
And life is brief
We pointed you the way to go
And scratched your name in sand
Though you just thought it was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand
I want you to know that while we watched
You discovered no one would be true
That I myself was among
The ones who thought
It was just a childish thing to do
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
And life is brief
- :
- The Basement Tapes
- Planet Waves
- Miscellaneous
- Live Sound
- The Bootleg Series, Volume 11: The Basement Tapes Raw
- Before the Flood (disc 1)
- From the Reels: The Complete Basement Tapes Sessions
- The Complete Album Collection, Volume One
- The Basement Tapes Complete: The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11
- The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes Complete
- The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes Raw
- The Bootleg Series, Volume 11: The Basement Tapes Complete
- Across the Great Divide
- Paint the Daytime Black
- Music & Words 1998 to 1963
- Collected
- Classic Americana 2
- Dylan
- Love Songs for America
- All About - Reclam Musik Edition 5 - Americana