Teledysk

Teledysk

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Vocals
Robbie Robertson
Robbie Robertson
Guitar
Wayne Moss
Wayne Moss
Guitar
Joe South
Joe South
Guitar
Hargus "Pig" Robbins
Hargus "Pig" Robbins
Piano
Henry Strzelecki
Henry Strzelecki
Bass
Charlie McCoy
Charlie McCoy
Bass
Kenny Buttrey
Kenny Buttrey
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bob Johnston
Bob Johnston
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Standing on your window, honey, yes, I've been here before
Feeling so harmless, I'm looking at your second door
How come you don't send me no regards?
You know I want your lovin', honey, why are you so hard?
Kneeling 'neath your ceiling, yes, I guess I'll be here for a while
I'm trying to read your poetry, but I'm helpless, like a rich man's child
How come you send someone out to have me barred?
You know I want your lovin', honey, why you so hard?
Like a poor fool in his prime
Yes, I know you can hear me walk
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime?
Or is it just solid rock?
Well, I lean into your hallway, lean against your velvet door
I watch upon your scorpion who crawls across your circus floor
Just what do you think you have to guard?
You know I want your lovin', honey, but you're so hard
Achilles is in your alleyway, he don't want me here, he does brag
He's pointing to the sky and he's hungry, like a man in drag
How come you get someone like him to be your guard?
You know I want your lovin', honey, but you're so hard
Written by: Bob Dylan
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