Cover of Bob Dylan and The Band’s “Tears of Rage.”
The song appears on The Band’s 1968 record “Music from Big Pink” and Dylan and The Band’s 1975 record “The Basement Tapes.”
We carried you in our arms on Independence Day
And now you'd throw us all aside and put us all away
Oh, what dear daughter beneath the sun could treat a father so?
To wait upon him hand and foot, yeah, and always tell him no
It was all so very painless
When you ran out to receive
All the false instructions
Which we never could believe
And now the heart is filled with gold
As if it was a purse
But, oh, what kind of love is this
Which goes from bad to worse?
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we are so alone
And life is brief
We pointed you the way to go
And scratched your name in sand
Though you thought it was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand
I want you to know that while we watched
You discovered no one would be true
That I myself was among those who thought
What a childish thing to do
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we are so alone
And life is brief
Tears Of Rage was written by Bob Dylan & The Band.