Under Control

Writen by: Bob Dylan

Under Control

Bob Dylan

She´s gonna make a graveyard fence
Just how much was too many things
Yer heart was taken beneath the floor
Arrows to ashtray say it once more
That she´s ready to go but no she ain´t ready to go
Well she told me that she´s taken me underneath the floor
She´s on her hands and then you know your too hot to hold
But once you get her she´s under control
Under control under control

Police man will turn her way out there
Comb on his face long underneath her yeah the windows shake
I´ve got the money but she’s too hot to hold
Once more you got her in her soul
She´s a limestone woman
But she´s heart and soul
Lay down and lay down and let it roll
I said under control under control under control

[Instrumental]

Well tombstone baby rave on the night
Don´t mind me brother she said one more time
Don´t mind the sister she said once again
Take it [?] again
She don´t need no gratitude to hold her hand she´s on hold
Sure to hold
Yes but [?] got to hold
I´m [?]
Under control under control under control

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