Kingsport Town - Traditional Arr. By Bob Dylan

    The wind the wing is blowing strong
    My hands they got no gloves
    I wish to my soul that I could see
    The girl I'm a-thinking of

    Don't you remember me babe
    I remembre you quite well
    You caused me to leave old Kingsport Town
    With a high sheriff on my trail

    High sheriff on my trail, boys
    High sheriff on my trail
    All because I'm falling for
    A curly-headed dark-eyed girl

    Who's a-gonna stroke your cold black hair
    And sandy colored skin
    Who's a-gonna kiss your Menphis lips
    When I'm out in the wind
    When I'm out in the wind, babe
    When I'm out in the wind
    Who's a-gonna kiss your Memphis mouth
    When I'm out in the wind
    Who's a-gonna walk you side by side
    And tell you everything's alright
    Who's a-gonna sing to you all day long
    And not just in the night
    Who's a-gonna walk you side by side
    Who's a-gonna be your man
    Who's a-gonna look you straight in the eye
    And hold your bad luck hand

    Hold your bad luck hand, babe
    Hold your bad luck hand
    Who's a-gonna hold your hard luck hand
    And who's a-gonna be your man
    The wind the wind is blowing strong
    My hands they got no gloves
    I wish to my song I could see
    The girl I'm a-thinking of
     

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