The year was ‘65 Outside your was where I’d lie To those Dylan tunes In the afternoon We never seemed to share a point of and thunderclouds were never far away every day I guess you got those blues And when get those blues There’s nothing you can do
I wish four winds could blow you home Back when we’d sit and find way To face today I guess you got those And when you get those blues There’s nothing you do No one to turn to When you get those blues When you those blues There’s nothing you can do