Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bob Dylan

Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement looking about the government
The man in a trench coat, badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad bill wants to get it paid off

Look out kid
It's somethin' you did

God knows when but you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap in the pig pen
Wants eleven dollar bills and you only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway, Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early may orders from the D.A.

Look out kid
It don't matter what you did

Walk on your tip toes, don't try no doz
Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose be careful of the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well, hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell if anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred, get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail, join the army if you fail

Look out kid
You're gonna get hit

By users, cheaters, six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders and watch the parkin' meters

Get born, keep warm short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts, don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift

Look out kid
They keep it all hid

Better jump down a manhole light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals try to avoid the scandals
If you don't wanna be a bum you better chew gum
And the pump don't work 'cause the vandals took the handles

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