作词 : Dylan
Clouds so swift
Rain won't lift
Gate won't close
Railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
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Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonning to come
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I don't care how many letters they send
The morning came, morning went
Pack up your money, pick up your tent
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Buy me a flute, and a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself to a tree with roots
Now Genghis Kahn, he could not keep
All his kings supplied with sleep
We'll climb that hill, no matter how steep
When we get up to it