I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around Well, I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown I went to church on Sunday and she passed by My love for her is taking such a long time to die
I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist It's almost like, almost like I don't exist I'm twenty miles out of town, in cold irons bound
The walls of pride are high and wide Can't see over to the other side It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay It's sadder still, to feel your heart torn away
One look at you and I'm out of control Like the universe has swallowed me whole I'm twenty miles out of town in Cold irons bound
There's too many people, too many to recall I thought some of 'm were friends of mine; I was wrong about 'm all Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
I found my world, found my world in you But your love just hasn't proved true I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound Twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
Oh, the winds in Chicago have torn me to shreds Reality has always had too many heads Some things last longer than you think they will There are some kind of things you can never kill
It's you and you only, I'm been thinking about But you can't see in and it's hard lookin' out I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
Well the fats in the fire and the water's in the tank The whiskey's in the jar and the money's in the bank I tried to love and protect you because I cared I'm gonna remember forever the joy that we shared
Looking at you and I'm on my bended knee You have no idea what you do to me I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound Twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
Compositor: Robert Dylan (SESAC)Editor: Special Rider Music (SESAC)Publicado em 2022 (25/Fev) e lançado em 1922 (10/Jan)ECAD verificado obra #58286 e fonograma #37099816 em 02/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM