Slow Train by Bob Dylan
Key: AmAm | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


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Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
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Can't help but wonder what's happenin' to my companions
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Are they lost or are they found
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Have they counted the cost it'll take to bring down
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All their earthly principles they're gonna have to abandon?
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And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend
 
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I had a woman down in Alabama
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She was a backwoods girl, but she sure was realistic
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She said, "Boy, without a doubt, have to quit your mess and straighten out
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You could die down here, be just another accident statistic."
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And there's a slow, slow train comin', comin’ round the bend
 
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All that foreign oil controlling American soil
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Lookin’ round you, it's just bound to make you embarrassed
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Sheiks walkin' around like kings, wearing fancy jewels and nose rings
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Deciding America's future from Amsterdam and to Paris
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And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend
 
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Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated
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They don't apply no more, you can't rely no more to be standin' around waitin'
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In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave
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Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate Satan
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And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend
 
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Big-time negotiators, false healers and woman haters
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Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition
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But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency
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All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
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And there's a slow, there’s a slow train comin' up around the bend
 
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People starving and thirsting, grain elevators are bursting
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Oh, you know it costs more to store the food than it do to give it
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They say lose your inhibitions, follow your own ambitions
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They talk about a life of brotherly love, show me someone who knows how to live it
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There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend
 
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Well, my baby went to Illinois with some bad-talkin' boy she could destroy
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A real suicide case, but there was nothin' I could do to stop it
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I don't care about economy, I don't care about astronomy
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But it sure does bother me to see my loved ones turning into puppets
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There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend