Huck's Tune - Bob Dylan

Well I wandered alone

Through a desert of stone

And I dreamt of my future wife

My sword's in my hand

And I'm next in command

In this version of Death called Life

My plate and my cup

Are right straight up

I took a rose from the hand of a child

When I kiss your lips

The honey drips

I'm gonna have to put you down for a while

Every day we meet

On any old street

And you're in your girlish prime

The short and the tall

Are coming to the ball

I go there all the time

Behind every tree

There's something to see

The river is wider than a mile

I tried you twice

You can't be nice

I'm gonna have to put you down for a while

Here come the nurse

With money in her purse

Here come the ladies and men

You push it all in

And you've no chance to win

You play 'em on down to the end

I'm laying in the sand

Getting a sunshine tan

Moving along, riding in style

From my toes to my head

You knock me dead

I'm gonna have to put you down for a while

I count the years

And I shed no tears

I'm blinded to what might have been

Nature's voice

Makes my heart rejoice

Play me the wild song of the wind

I found hopeless love

In the room above

When the sun and the weather were riled

You're as fine as wine

I ain't handing you no line

I'm gonna have to put you down for a while

All the merry little elves

Can go hang themselves

My faith is as cold as can be

I'm stacked high to the roof

And I'm not without proof

If you don't believe me, come see

You think I'm blue

I think so, too

In my words you'll find no guile

The game's gotten old

The deck's gone cold

And I'm gonna have to put you down for a while

The game's gotten old

The deck's gone cold

And I'm gonna have to put you down for a while