Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Dylan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Frost
Producer
Scott Litt
Mixing Engineer
Dana Nielsen
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Well, I'm grindin' my life out, steady and sure
Nothin' more wretched than what I must endure
I'm drenched in the light that shines from the sun
I could stone you to death for the wrongs that you've done
[Verse 2]
Sooner or later, you make a mistake
I'll put you in a chain that you never will break
Legs and arms, and body and bone
I pay in blood, but not my own
[Verse 3]
Night after night, day after day
They strip your useless hopes away
The more I take, the more I give
The more I die, the more I live
[Verse 4]
I got somethin' in my pocket, make your eyeballs swim
I got dogs could tear you limb from limb
I'm circlin' around the southern zone
I pay in blood, but not my own
[Verse 5]
Low cards are what I've got
But I'll play this hand, whether I like it or not
I'm sworn to uphold the laws of God
You could put me out in front of a firing squad
[Verse 6]
I've been out and around with the risin' men
Just like you, my handsome friend
My head's so hard, must be made of stone
I pay in blood, but not my own
[Verse 7]
Another politician pumpin' out the piss
Another angry beggar blowin' you a kiss
You've got the same eyes that your mother does
If only you could prove who your father was
[Verse 8]
Someone must've slipped a drug in your wine
You gulped it down, and you've crossed the line
Man can't live by bread alone
I pay in blood, but not my own
[Verse 9]
How I made it back home, nobody knows
Or how I survived so many blows
I've been through hell, what good did it do?
You bastard, I'm supposed to respect you
[Verse 10]
I'll give you justice, I'll fatten your purse
Show me your moral virtue first
Hear me holler, hear me moan
I pay in blood, but not my own
[Verse 11]
You get your lover in the bed
Come here, I'll break your lousy head
Our nation must be saved and freed
You've been accused of murder, how do you plead?
[Verse 12]
This is how I spend my days
I came to bury, not to raise
I'll drink my fill and sleep alone
I pay in blood, but not my own
Written by: Bob Dylan


