歌詞

Stake my future on a hell of a past Looks like tomorrow isn't coming on fast Ain't complaining 'bout what I've got I've seen better times, but who has not? Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know Honest as the next jade rolling that stone When I come on knocking, don't throw me no bone I'm an old boll weevil looking for a home If you don't like it, you can leave me alone I can snap my fingers and require the rain From a clear blue sky and turn it off again I can stroke your body and relieve your pain Charm the whistle off an evening train Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know I give what I got until I got no more I take what I get until I even the score You know I love you and furthermore When it's time to go you got an open door I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain (come on) You give something up for everything you gain (come on) Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain (come on) Pay for your ticket and don't complain Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Go find out something only dead men know One of these days and it won't be long (uh-huh) Going down in the valley and sing my song (uh-huh) I will sing it loud and sing it strong (uh-huh) Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold (come on) Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know (come on) Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold (come on) Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know (come on) Silvio, silver and gold (come on) Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold (come on) Silvio, I gotta go (come on) Find out something only dead men know (come on) (Come on)
Writer(s): Bob Dylan, Robert Hunter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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