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IN CONSTANT SORROW – Things have changed, for that forever young man

bob_dylan-man_of_constant_sorrow_1_1bob_dylan-man_of_constant_sorrow_1_1Man of Constant Sorrow In constant sorrow through his days, I am a man of constant sorrow. I’ve seen trouble all my day. I bid farewell to old Kentucky The place where I was born and raised, the place where he was born and raised. For six long years I’ve been in trouble. No pleasures here on earth I found. For in this world I’m bound to ramble. I have no friends to help me now. He has no friends to help him now. It’s fare thee well my old lover. I never expect to see you again. For I’m bound to ride that northern railroad. Perhaps, I’ll die upon this train. Perhaps, he’ll die upon this train. You can bury me in some deep valley. For many years where I may lay. Then you. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mG2S-wzCSXM&list=PLknidvzcLCRGDYLYOmKz5-PB82uZb4rJk&index=10

things_have_changed_2_1things_have_changed_2_1Things Have Changed A worried man with a worried mind. No one in front of me and nothing behind. There’s a woman on my lap and she’s drinking champagne. Got white skin, got assassin’s eyes. I’m looking up into the sapphire tinted skies. I’m well dressed, waiting on the last train. Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose. Any minute now I’m expecting all hell to break loose. People are crazy and times are strange. I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range. I used to care, but things have changed. This place ain’t doing me any good. I’m in the wrong town, I should be in Hollywood. Just for a second there I thought I saw something move. Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag. Ain’t no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag. Only a fool in here would think he’s got anything to prove. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9EKqQWPjyo&list=PLknidvzcLCRGDYLYOmKz5-PB82uZb4rJk&index=9

forever_young_3_1forever_young_3_1Forever YoungLet’s dance in style, let’s dance for a while, Heaven can wait we’re only watching the skies. Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst, are you gonna drop the bomb or not? Let us die young or let us live forever. We don’t have the power, but we never say never sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip, the music’s for the sad man. Can you imagine when this race is won? Turn our golden the faces into the sun, praising our leaders, we’re getting in tune, the music’s played by the, the madman. Forever young, I want to be forever young. Do you really want to live forever? Forever, and ever, forever young, I want to be forever young. Do you really want to live forever? Forever young.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Frj2CLGldC4&index=8&list=PLknidvzcLCRGDYLYOmKz5-PB82uZb4rJk

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