Black Rider
Writen by: Bob Dylan, Blake Mills
Black rider, black rider, you´ve been living too hard
Been up all night, have to stay on your guard
The path that you´re walking, too narrow to walk
Every step of the way, another stumbling block
The road that you´re on, same road that you know
Just not the same as it was a minute ago
Black rider, black rider, you´ve seen it all
You´ve seen the great world and you´ve seen the small
You fell into the fire and you´re eating the flame
Better seal up your lips if you wanna stay in the game
Be reasonable, mister, be honest, be fair
Let all of your earthly thoughts be a prayer
Black rider, black rider, all dressed in black
I´m walking away, you try to make me look back
My heart is at rest, I´d like to keep it that way
I don´t wanna fight, at least not today
Go home to your wife, stop visiting mine
One of these days I´ll forget to be kind
Black rider, black rider, tell me when, tell me how
If there ever was a time, then let it be now
Let me go through, open the door
My soul is distressed, my mind is at war
Don´t hug me, don´t flatter me, don´t turn on the charm
I´ll take a sword and hack off your arm
Black rider, black rider, hold it right there
The size of your cock will get you nowhere
I´ll suffer in silence, I´ll not make a sound
Maybe I´ll take the high moral ground
Some enchanted evening I´ll sing you a song
Black rider, black rider, you´ve been on the job too long
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