On a Rainy Afternoon
Writen by: Bob Dylan
Don´t imagine, her name or where she´s gone
High tension but she [?] what she´s on
I know things and I´ve told you why
What she wants about the folks they try
But I take now from my [?]
[Refrain]
I´m rolling it´s a pretty afternoon
[?] on it but she´s on her head
[?] money, she comes by looking for [?]
Now she comes and oh she goes
But [?] and nobody knows
But I tell you what [?]
[Refrain]
I´m [?] you on a rainy afternoon
Sweet thing, [?] something on her mind
But I see you but she sure is hard to find
As she goes oh why she hollers
Man oh man but it´s hard for dollars
I tell you again friend [?] tell you why
[Refrain]
[?] on a rainy afternoon
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