Subterranean Homesick Blues
performed by Bob Dylan

The Man in me will do nearly any task And as for compensation, there's a little he will ask Take a woman like you, To get through to the man in me. Storm clouds are raging all around my door I think to myself I might not take it anymore Take a woman like your kind To find the man in me. But, oh, what a wonderful feeling Just to know that you are near It sets my a heart a reeling From my toes up to my ears The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine Took a woman like you To get through to the man in me.

There must be some way out of here, said the joker to the thief, There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth, None of them along the line know what any of it is worth. No reason to get excited, the thief, he kindly spoke, There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late. All along the watchtower, princes kept the view While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too. Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl, Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.