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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Vocals
Daniel Lanois
Daniel Lanois
Guitar
Tony Garnier
Tony Garnier
Bass
Jim Dickinson
Jim Dickinson
Keyboards
Augie Meyers
Augie Meyers
Organ
Tony Mangurian
Tony Mangurian
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Lanois
Daniel Lanois
Producer
Chris Carrol
Chris Carrol
Assistant Engineer
Jack Frost
Jack Frost
Associate Producer
Mark Howard
Mark Howard
Engineer

Lyrics

My heart's in The Highlands, gentle and fair Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air Bluebells blazing where the Aberdeen waters flow Well my heart's in The Highlands I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to go Windows were shaking all night in my dreams Everything's exactly the way that it seems I woke up this mornin' and I looked at the same old page Same old rat race, life in the same old cage My heart's in The Highlands wherever I roam That's where I'll be when I get called home The wind it whispers to the buckeye trees of rhyme Well, my heart's in The Highlands I can only get there one step at a time I'm listening to Neil Young, and I turn up the sound Someone's always yellin' "Could you turn it down" Feel like I'm driftin', driftin' from scene to scene I'm wonderin' what in the devil could it all possibly mean Insanity is smashin' against my soul You could say I was on anything but a roll If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top What would I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the pawn shop? My heart's in The Highlands at the break of dawn By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan Big white clouds like chariots that swing down low Well my heart's in The Highlands, to only place left for me to go I'm in Boston town in some restaurant I got no idea what I want Or maybe I do but I'm just really not sure Well the waitress comes over, has nobody in the place but me and her I think it must be a holiday, there's nobody around She studies me closely as I sit down She got a pretty face and long white shiny legs I said "Tell me what I want" She say "You want hard boiled eggs" I said "Yep that's right, bring me some" She says "We ain't got any, you picked the wrong time to come" Then she says "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me" I said "I would if I could but I don't do sketches from memory" But she says "I'm right here in front of you Or haven't you looked?" I say "Yes, I know but I don't have my drawin' book" Then she puts up me a napkin in front of me, then she said "There, you can do it on that" I say "Yes I could but I don't know where my pencils at" Then she pulls one out from behind her ear She says "Alright now go ahead, I'm standin' right here" I make some lines then I show it to her so she can see Well she pushes the napkin back She says "That don't look a thing like me" She says "Yes it does, most certainly does" She say "You must be joking", I said "I wish I was" She says "You don't read women authors do ya?" At least that's what I think I hear her say I said "I read a few but what would it matter anyway?" Well my heart's in The Highlands with the horses and hounds Way up in the border country far from the towns There's the twang of the arrow and the snap of the bow My heart's in The Highlands, can't see any other way to go Every day is the same, out the door I Feel further away than ever before Some things in life, it gets too late to learn Well I'm lost somewhere, I must have made a few bad turns People in the park, forgettin' their troubles and woes They're drinkin' and dancin', wearin' bright colored clothes All the young men and all the young women lookin' so good I'd trade places with any of 'em, in a minute if I only could I'm crossin' the street to get away from a mangy dog I'm talkin' to myself in an end of this monologue I think what I need might be a full-length leather coat Somebody just asked me if I'm registered to vote The sun is beginnin' to shine on me But it's not like the sun that used to be The party's over and there's less and less to say I got new eyes, everything looks far away My heart's in The Highlands at the break of day Over the hills and far away There's a way to get there, and I'll figure it out somehow But I'm there already in my mind and that's good enough for now
Writer(s): Bob Dylan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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