Lonesome Day Blues (Live, 2002) - Bob Dylan

Well, today has been a sad and lonesome day

Yeah, today has been a sad and lonesome day

I'm just sitting here thinking with my mind a million miles away

Well, they're doing the double shuffle, throwing sand on the floor

They're doing the double shuffle, they're throwing sand on the floor

When I left my longtime darling, she was standing in the door

Well, my pa he died and left me, my brother got killed in the war

Well, my pa he died and left me, my brother got killed in the war

My sister, she ran off and got married, never was heard of anymore

Samantha Brown lived in my house for 'bout four or five months

Samantha Brown lived in my house for 'bout four or five months

Don't know how it looked to other people, I never slept with her even once

Well the road washed out, weather not fit for man or beast

Well the road's washed out, weather not fit for man or beast

Funny, the things you have the hardest time parting with are the things you need the least

Well, I'm forty miles from the mill, I'm dropping it into overdrive

I'm forty miles from the mill, I'm dropping it into overdrive

Set my dial on the radio I wish my mother was still alive

I seen your lover man comin', comin' across the barren fields

I see your lover man comin', comin' 'cross the barren fields

He not a gentleman at all, he's rotten to the core, he's a coward and he steals

Well my captain, he's decorated, he's well-schooled and he's skilled

My captain, he's decorated, he's well-schooled and he's skilled

He's not sentimental, don't bother him at all; how many of his pals have been killed

Last night the wind was whispering, I was trying to make out what it was

Last night the wind was whispering something, I was trying to make out what it was

Yeah I tell myself something's coming, but it never does

I'm going to spare the defeated, I'm going to speak to the crowd

I'm going to spare the defeated, 'cause I'm going to speak to the crowd

I'm going to teach peace to the conquered, I'm going to tame the proud

Well, the leaves are rustling in the wood, things are falling off of the shelf

Leaves are rustling in the wood, things are falling off the shelf

You're gonna need my help sweetheart, you can't make love all by yourself