Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bob Dylan Jo up the medicine, I'm on the pavement, thinkin' 'bout the government The man in a trenchcoat badge got laid off, Says he's got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off Lonts 11 dollar bills, you only got 10. Maggie calls fleetfoot face full 'o black soot, Talking at the heat, put plants in the bed, but The phones tapped anyway, Maggie says the man he say, They must bust in early May, orders from the DA. Look out kid, don't matter what ch' ya did, W (xguitar.com)