Bob Dylan - Floater lyrics

Down over the window

Comes the dazzling sunlit rays

Through the back alleys - through the blinds

Another one of them endless days

Honeybees are buzzin'

Leaves begin to stir

I'm in love with my second cousin

I tell myself I could be happy forever with her

I keep listenin' for footsteps

But I ain't hearing any

From the boat I fish for bullheads

I catch a lot, sometimes too many

A summer breeze is blowing

A squall is settin' in

Sometimes it's just plain stupid

To get into any kind of wind

The old men 'round here, sometimes they get

On bad terms with the younger men

But old, young, age don't carry weight

It doesn't matter in the end

One of the boss' hangers-on

Comes to call at times you least expect

Try to bully ya - strong arm you - inspire you with fear

It has the opposite effect

There's a new grove of trees on the outskirts of town

The old one is long gone

Timber two-foot six across

Burns with the bark still on

They say times are hard, if you don't believe it

You can just follow your nose

It don't bother me - times are hard everywhere

We'll just have to see how it goes

My old man, he's like some feudal lord

Got more lives than a cat

Never seen him quarrel with my mother even once

Things come alive or they fall flat

You can smell the pine wood burnin'

You can hear the school bell ring

Gotta get up near the teacher if you can

If you wanna learn anything

Romeo, he said to Juliet, "You got a poor complexion.

It doesn't give your appearance a very youthful touch!"

Juliet said back to Romeo, "Why don't you just shove off

If it bothers you so much."

They all got out of here any way they could

The cold rain can give you the shivers

They went down the Ohio, the Cumberland, the Tennessee

All the rest of them rebel rivers

If you ever try to interfere with me or cross my path again

You do so at the peril of your own life

I'm not quite as cool or forgiving as I sound

I've seen enough heartaches and strife

My grandfather was a duck trapper

He could do it with just dragnets and ropes

My grandmother could sew new dresses out of old cloth

I don't know if they had any dreams or hopes

I had 'em once though, I suppose, to go along

With all the ring dancin' Christmas carols on all of the Christmas Eves

I left all my dreams and hopes

Buried under tobacco leaves

It's not always easy kicking someone out

Gotta wait a while - it can be an unpleasant task

Sometimes somebody wants you to give something up

And tears or not, it's too much to ask