Bob Dylan - Lonesome Day Blues lyrics

Well, today has been a sad ol' lonesome day

Yeah, today has been a sad ol' lonesome day

I'm just sittin' here thinking

With my mind a million miles away

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

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

When I left my long-time darlin'

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 any more

Samantha Brown lived in my house for about four or five months

Samantha Brown lived in my house for about four or five months

Don't know how it looked to other people

I never slept with her even once

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

Yeah the road's washed out - weather not fit for man or beast

Funny, how the things you have the hardest time parting with

Are the things you need the least

I'm forty miles from the mill - I'm droppin' it into overdrive

I'm forty miles from the mill - I'm droppin' it into overdrive

Settin' my dial on the radio

I wish my mother was still alive

I see your lover-man comin' - comin' 'cross the barren field

I see your lover-man comin' - comin' 'cross the barren field

He's 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 whisperin', I was trying to make out what it was

Last night the wind was whisperin' somethin' - I was trying to make out what it was

I tell myself something's comin'

But it never does

I'm gonna spare the defeated - I'm gonna speak to the crowd

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

I am goin' to teach peace to the conquered

I'm gonna tame the proud

Well the leaves are rustlin' in the wood - things are fallin' off of the shelf

Leaves are rustlin' in the wood - things are fallin' off the shelf

You gonna need my help, sweetheart

You can't make love all by yourself