Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Times ain't what they used to be
Times ain't what they used to be
Well, I'ma tell you people, Lord, you can take it from me
Lord I seen better days but I'm putting up with these
Lord I seen better days I'm putting up with these
Lord there's too many people and they all too hard to please
'cause I was born in the country she thinks I'm easy to use
'cause I was born in the country she thinks I'm easy to use
'cause I was born in the country you know I'm easy to lose
I gave you sugar for sugar, you wanted salt for salt
I gave you sugar for sugar but you wanted salt for salt
And if you can't get along, my honey it's your own damn fault
Sometimes I'm a-thinking you too good to die
Sometimes I'm thinking you too good to die
Other times I'm thinking you ought to be buried alive
These are the bluest blues that a man could ever has
These are the bluest blues a man could ever have
These are the darnest hard luck blues a man could bear