Mr. Tambourine Man
Album: The Concert for Bangladesh
Release Date: 12/20/71
Label: Virgin
Hey Mr
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey Mr
In a jingle-jangle morning
Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
To stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me
I have no one to meet and the ancient empty street's
Too dead for dreaming
Hey Mr
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey Mr
In a jingle-jangle morning
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
My senses have been stripped
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere
Into my own parade
My way
Hey Mr
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey Mr
In a jingle-jangle morning
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time
The haunted frightened trees out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes
Silhouetted by the sea
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow
Hey Mr
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey Mr
In a jingle-jangle morning
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