Slow Train - Bob Dylan
    Sometimes I feel so low down and disgusted
    Can't help but wonder what's happening to my companions
    Are they lost or are they found?
    Have they counted the cost it'll take to bring down
    All their earthly principles they're going to have to abandon?
    And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.

    I had a woman down in Alabama
    She was a backwoods girl but she sure was realistic
    She said, ``Boy, without a doubt
    Have to quit your mess and straighten out
    You could die down here, be just another accident statistic.''
    And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.

    All that foreign oil controlling American soil
    Look around you, it's just bound to make you embarrassed
    Sheiks walkin' around like kings
    Wearing fancy jewels and nose rings
    Deciding America's future from Amsterdam an' to Paris
    And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.

    Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated
    They don't apply no more
    You can't rely no more to be standin' around waitin'
    In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave
    Fools glorifyin' themselves, tryin' to manipulate Satan
    And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.

    Big time negotiators, false healers and woman haters
    Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition
    But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency
    All non-believers and men stealers
    Talking in the name of religion
    And there's a slow, there's a slow train comin' up around the bend.

    People starvin' and thirstin', grain elevators are burstin'
    Oh, you know it costs more to store the food than it do to give it
    They say lose your inhibitions, follow your own ambitions
    They talk about a life of brotherly love
    Show me someone who knows how to live it
    There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.

    Well, my baby went to Illinois with some bad-talkin' boy
    She could destroy - a real suicide case
    But there was nothin' I could do to stop it
    I don't care about economy, I don't care about astronomy
    But it sure does bother me to see my loved ones turnin' into puppets
    There's a slow, slow train coming up around the bend.

     
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