Oh, you can read out your Bible,
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You can fall down on your knees, pretty mama,
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And pray to the Lord
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But it ain't gonna do no good.
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You're gonna need
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You're gonna need my help someday
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Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
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Please quit your low down ways.
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Well, you can run down to the White House,
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You can gaze at the Capitol Dome, pretty mama,
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You can pound on the President's gate
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But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late.
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You're gonna need
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You're gonna need my help someday
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Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
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Please quit your low down ways.
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Well, you can run down to the desert,
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Throw yourself on the burning sand.
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You can raise up your right hand, pretty mama,
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But you better understand you done lost your one good man.
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You're gonna need
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You're gonna need my help someday
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Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
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Please quit your low down ways.
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And you can hitchhike on the highway,
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You can stand all alone by the side of the road.
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You can try to flag a ride back home, pretty mama,
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But you can't ride in my car no more.
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You're gonna need
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You're gonna need my help someday
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Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
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Please quit your low down ways.
|
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Oh, you can read out your Bible,
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You can fall down on your knees, pretty mama,
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And pray to the Lord
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But it ain't gonna do no good.
|
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You're gonna need
|
You're gonna need my help someday
|
Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
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Please quit your low down ways.
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Quit Your Low Down Ways
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Bob Dylan |