Now, I've heard of a guy
who lived a long time ago
A man full of sorrow and
strife
Whenever someone around
him died and was dead
He knew how to bring 'em
on back to life
Well, I don't know what
kind of language he used
Or if they do that kind
of thing anymore
Sometimes I think nobody
ever saw me here at all
Except the girl from the
Red River shore
(C) Bob Dylan, 1997
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