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Robert Zimmerman American Poet
Robert Zimmerman
American Poet
Heard the tambourine man play today
as I was knockin’ on heaven’s door.
Like a rolling stone she could not stay.
Her boots of spanish leather made me sore.
I was knockin’ on heaven’s door,
old mighty Quinn had much to say.
Her boots of Spanish leather made me sure,
That like a rollin’ stone, she could not stay.
Old mighty Quinn paid me a visit,
and left me blowin’ in the wind.
Positively 4th street isn’t it,
while I watch the river flow, again.
And left me blowin’ in the wind,
when she told me it ain’t you babe.
While I watch the river flow, again.
Watch her float past as I wave.
When she told me it ain’t you babe,
I had to go back to Maggie’s farm.
I’ll watch Maggie float past as I wave,
when a hard rain’s a gonna’ fall.
I had to go back to Maggie’s farm.
Desolation row had lost its charm.
When a hard rain’s a gonna’ fall,
the hurricane ruined Maggie’s farm.
Desolation row had lost its charm.
Her leather boots made me sure.
The hurricane ruined Maggie’s farm,
I was knockin’ on heavens door.
Copyright ©
Oliver Mckeithan
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