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Bob Dylan - Spanish Harlem Incident (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Wilson
Tom Wilson
Producer

Lyrics

Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem cannot hold you to its heat Your temperature is too hot for tamin' Your flaming feet are burnin' up the street I am homeless, come and take me To the reach of your rattlin' drums Let me know, babe, all about my fortune Down along my restless palms Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed, I have fallen far beneath Your pearly eyes, so fast an' slashing An' your flashing diamond teeth The night is pitch black, come an' make my Pale face fit into place, oh, please Let me know, babe, I'm nearly drowning If it's you my lifelines trace I've been wondering all about me ever since I seen you there On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding I know I'm 'round you but I don't know where You have slayed me, you have made me I got to laugh halfways off my heels I got to know, babe, ah, will you surround me So I can know if I am really real
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