Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Vocals
The Band
The Band
Performer
Robbie Robertson
Robbie Robertson
Guitar
Garth Hudson
Garth Hudson
Organ
Richard Manuel
Richard Manuel
Piano
Rick Danko
Rick Danko
Bass Guitar
Levon Helm
Levon Helm
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steven Berkowitz
Steven Berkowitz
Producer
Rob Fraboni
Rob Fraboni
Recording Engineer
Phil Ramone
Phil Ramone
Recording Engineer
Steve Addabbo
Steve Addabbo
Mastering Engineer
Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw
Mixing Engineer
Ed Barton
Ed Barton
Engineer
Bill Broms
Bill Broms
Engineer
Jack Crymes
Jack Crymes
Engineer
Biff Dawes
Biff Dawes
Engineer
Deane Jensen
Deane Jensen
Engineer

Lyrics

Ain't nothing 'round here to me that's sacred
'Cept you, yeah, you
And there's nothing around here that I believe in
'Cept you
You're the one that reaches me, you're the one that I admire
Every time we meet ya now, I feel like I'm on fire
Nothing matters to me and there's nothing I desire
Except you, yeah, you
Nothing 'round here I care to try for
Except you, you
Got nothing here to live or die for
Except you, yeah, you
There's a hymn I used to hear in the churches all the time
Make me feel so good inside, so peaceful, so sublime
There's nothing to remind me of that old familiar chime
Except you, yeah, you
Used to run in the cemetery
Dance and sing and joke when I was a child
And it never seemed strange
Now, I just pass mournfully
By that place where the bones of life are piled
I know that something has changed
I'm a stranger here and no one sees me
Except you, yeah, you
Nothing anymore seems to please me
Except you, yeah, you
Nothing hypnotizes me or holds me in a spell
Everything runs by me like water from a well
Everybody wants my attention, everybody's got somethin' to sell
Except you, yeah, you
I'm still in love with you
Written by: Bob Dylan
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