Sittin’ on Top of the World

Writen by: Traditional, Walter Vinson, Lonnie Chatmon

Sittin’ on Top of the World

Bob Dylan

Was in the summer
One early fall
Just tryin´ to find my
Little all and all
Now she´s gone
And I don´t worry
Lord, I´m sitting on top of the world

Was in the spring
One summer´s day
Just when she left me
She gone to stay
Now she´s gone
And I don´t worry
Lord, I´m sitting on top of the world

Now don´t come running
Holding up your hand
Can get me a woman
Quick as you can get a man
Now she´s gone
And I don´t worry
Lord, I´m sitting on top of the world

Happen for days
Didn´t know your name
Why should I worry
Or crave you in vain?
Now she´s gone
I don´t worry
Lord, I´m sitting on top of the world

Went to the station
Down in the yard
Gonna get me a freight train
Work´s done got hard
Now she´s gone
And I don´t worry
Lord, I´m sitting on top of the world

The lonesome days
They have gone by
Why should I beg you?
You said goodbye
Now she´s gone
I don´t worry
Lord, I´m sitting on top of the world

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