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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom Verlaine
Tom Verlaine
Guitar
The Million Dollar Bashers
The Million Dollar Bashers
Performer
Lee Ranaldo
Lee Ranaldo
Guitar
Nels Cline
Nels Cline
Guitar
Steve Shelley
Steve Shelley
Drums
Tony Garnier
Tony Garnier
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lee Ranaldo
Lee Ranaldo
Producer
Chris Allen
Chris Allen
Assistant Engineer
Tom Gloady
Tom Gloady
Assistant Engineer
TJ Doherty
TJ Doherty
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I'm beginnin' to hear voices and there's no one around Well, I'm all used up, yeah, and the fields have turned brown I went to church on Sunday and she passed by My love for her is takin' such a long time to die I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist It's almost like, almost like I don't exist I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound The walls of pride, they are high and wide Can't see over to the other side Well, it's such a sad thing to see beauty decay It's sadder still to feel your heart torn away One look at you and I'm out of control Like the universe has swallowed me whole I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound Cold irons bound There's too many people, too many to recall I thought some of 'em were friends of mine Get this, I was wrong about 'em all Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud Up over my head nothin' but clouds of blood I found my world, found my world in you But your love just hasn't proved true I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound Twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound Oh, the winds in Chicago have torn me to shreds Reality has always had too many heads Some things last longer than you think they will There are some kind of things you never can kill It's you and you only I've been thinkin' about But you can't see in and it's hard lookin' out I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound In cold irons bound
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