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Slow Train Bob Dylan
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if you agree with the lyrics.
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[Am]Sometimes I feel so low-down and dis[Am]gusted
Can't help but [Dm]wonder what's happenin' to my com[Am]panions,
Are they [Am]lost or are they found,
have they counted the cost it'll take to bring down
[Dm]All their earthly principles they're gonna have to a[Am]bandon?
There's a [F]slow, slow train [Dm]comin' up around the [Am]bend.
[Am]I had a woman down in Alabama,
She was a ba[Dm]ckwoods girl, but she sure was realis[Am]tic,
She said, "Boy, without a doubt, have to quit your mess and straighten out,
You could d[Dm]ie down here, be just another accident s[Am]tatistic."
There's a [F]slow, slow train [Dm]comin' up around the [Am]bend.
[Am]All that foreign oil controlling American soil,
Look around [Dm]you, it's just bound to make you embarras[Am]sed.
Sheiks walkin' around like kings, wearing fancy jewels and nose rings,
Decid[Dm]ing America's future from Amsterdam and to Pa[Am]ris
There's a [F]slow, slow train [Dm]comin' up around the [Am]bend.
[Am]Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't ap[Dm]ply no more,
You can't rely no more to be standin' around wa[Am]itin'
In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave,
[Dm]Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate S[Am]atan
There's a [F]slow, slow train [Dm]comin' up around the [Am]bend.
[Am]Big-time negotiators, false healers and woman haters,
[Dm]Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposit[Am]ion
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,
All non[Dm]-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of re[Am]ligion
There's a [F]slow, slow train [Dm]comin' up around the [Am]bend.
[Am]People starving and thirsting, grain elevators are bursting
Oh, you know it [Dm]costs more to store the food than it do to gi[Am]ve it.
They say lose your inhibitions, follow your own ambitions,
They talk about a life of b[Dm]rotherly love, show me someone who knows how to
[Am]live it.
There's a [F]slow, slow train [Dm]comin' up around the [Am]bend.
[Am]Well, my baby went to Illinois with some bad-talkin' boy she could destroy
A real [Dm]suicide case, but there was nothin' I could do to stop [Am]it,
I don't care about economy, I don't care about astronomy
But it sure[Dm] do bother me to see my loved ones turning into p[Am]uppets,
There's a [F]slow, slow train [Dm]comin' up around the [Am]bend.
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