4 Winds
The year was ‘65
\r\nOutside your room was where I’d lie
\r\nTo hear those Dylan tunes
\r\nIn the afternoon
\r\nWe never seemed to share a point of view
\r\nand thunderclouds were never far away
\r\nAnd every day
\r\nI guess you got those blues
\r\nAnd when you get those blues
\r\nThere’s nothing you can do
\r\n
\r\nI wish four winds could blow you home
\r\nBack to when we’d sit and find a way
\r\nTo face today
\r\nI guess you got those blues
\r\nAnd when you get those blues
\r\nThere’s nothing you can do
\r\nNo one to turn to
\r\nWhen you get those blues
\r\nWhen you get those blues
\r\nThere’s nothing you can do
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