Bob Dylan, The Iron Bard of Hibbing - Room 221 by 'Les Pauls (The Pauls) from our new and 21st album The Chelsea Hotel#1 at https://www.paullyrics.com/album/the-chelsea-hotel
Bob Dylan, The Iron Bard of Hibbing Room 221 by 'Les Pauls (The Pauls) from our new and 21st album The Chelsea Hotel#1 at https://www.paullyrics.com/album/the-chelsea-hotel
Old William Shakespeares got nothing on you
He never won so many awards like you
They say if you steal a lot they make you king
Hes So Fine, oh My Sweet Lord, sing, sing, sing
You fell off your bike so the stories say
Seemed like a chance for you to get away
And wash your clothes and freshen up
And put together the long-broken cracked cup
You prayed with Jesus in the rain
In their vineyard but was it all in vain
You saw the light come shining through
But the only one that could see it was you
Hey there the Iron Bard of Hibbing
May you always be on the side thats winning
Hey there Iron Bard of Hibbing
May you always be on the side thats winning
May you live forever, God willing!
Like some Houdini that appears on stage
Time after time you escaped from the cage
If they tried to put you inside of a box
You always managed to escape and pick their locks
You saw that the horsemen and all the kingsmen
They couldnt put humanity back together again
Is it too late to turn back time
Have we already reached the end of the line
The doctor called and he tried not to tell
About the dulcet tones of those Methodist Bells
His magic cure just couldnt help B.
And save him from that dark eternal obscurity
Hey there the Bard of Hibbing
May you always be on the side thats winning
Hey there the Bard of Hibbing
May you always be on the side thats winning
May you live forever, God willing!
John said he had a ticket to ride
And his love he just could not hide
You went to the station but they cancelled his train
And you were left standing in the pouring rain
With Andy in New York it was a non-start
You never did like his crude pop-art
All those you knew have now passed on
Will they ever get to see the rising Son
In Room 221 at New Yorks Hotel Chelseeeee
You wrote your Blonde On Blonde rhapsodeeee
Youd never again write like you did back then
It was like a spirit was guiding your pen
Weve all done things wished we hadnt have done
They demand show us something new under the sun
You say dont look back as memories fade
And beyond here lies nothing beyond the grave
Hey dont go away the Bard of Hibbing
Weve been together since the very beginning
And though all this you might not be a-digging
Dont take it serious coz Im just a-kidding