Silvio

Writen by: Robert Hunter, Bob Dylan

Silvio

Bob Dylan

Stake my future on a hell of a past
Looks like tomorrow is coming on fast
Ain´t complaining ´bout what I got
Seen better times, but who has not?

Silvio
Silver and gold
Won´t buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio
I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know

Honest as the next jade rolling that stone
When I come knocking don´t throw me no bone
I´m an old boll weevil looking for a home
If you don´t like it you can leave me alone

I can snap my fingers and require the rain
From a clear blue sky and turn it off again
I can stroke your body and relieve your pain
And charm the whistle off an evening train

I give what I got until I got no more
I take what I get until I even the score
You know I love you and furthermore
When it´s time to go you got an open door

I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain
You give something up for everything you gain
Since every pleasure´s got an edge of pain
Pay for your ticket and don´t complain

One of these days and it won´t be long
Going down in the valley and sing my song
I will sing it loud and sing it strong
Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong

Silvio
Silver and gold
Won´t buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio
I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know

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