Music Video
Upcoming Concerts for Dirty Projectors
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dirty Projectors
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Longstreth
Producer
Lyrics
As I went out one mornin'
To breathe the air around Tom Paine's,
I spied the fairest damsel
That ever did walk in chains;
I offered her my hand
She took me by the arm,
I knew that very instant
She meant to do me harm;
"Depart from me this moment,"
I told her with my voice,
Said she, "But I don't wish to,"
Said I, "But you have no choice."
"I beg you, sir," she pleaded
From the corners of her mouth,
"I will secretly accept you,
And together we'll fly South."
Just then Tom Paine himself
Came running from across the field,
Shouting at this lovely girl
And commanding her to yield;
And as she was letting go her grip
Up Tom Paine did run,
"I'm sorry sir," he said to me
"I'm sorry for what she's done."
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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