Mixed-Up Confusion

Writen by: Bob Dylan

Mixed-Up Confusion

Bob Dylan

I got mixed up confusion
Man, it’s a-killing me
Well, there’s too many people
And they’re all too hard to please

Well, my hat’s in my hand
Babe, I’m walking down the line
An’ I’m looking for a woman
Whose head’s mixed up like mine

Well, my head’s full of questions
My temperature’s rising fast
Well, I’m looking for some answers
But I don’t know who to ask

But I’m walking and wondering
And my poor feet don’t ever stop
Seeing my reflection
I’m hung over, hung down, hung up!

Published in Albums

1985 Biograph Columbia
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