Bob Dylan(born on May 24, 1941) is an American singer-songwriter, musician and poet, whose place in American and European culture in the 19 60sthrough to the present is unique. Much of Dylan's best known work is from the 1960s, when he became an informal documentarian and reluctant figurehead of American unrest. Some of his songs, such as "Blowin' in the Wind" and "The Times They Are A-Changin'", became anthems of the anti-war and civil rights movements. He remains an influential and popular artist; his most recent album of new songs, 2006's Modern Times, reached #1 on the charts in the US and #3 in Britain. Dylan's early lyrics incorporated politics, social commentary, philosophy and literary influences, defying existing popmusic conventions and appealing widely to the counterculture of the time.
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Absolutely Sweet Marie Lyrics
Bob Dylan
Well, your railroad gate, you know I just cant jump it
Sometimes it gets so hard, you see
Im just sitting here beating on my trumpet
With all these promises you left for me
But where are you tonight, sweet marie?
Well, I waited for you when I was half sick
Yes, I waited for you when you hated me
Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic
When you knew I had some other place to be
Now, where are you tonight, sweet marie?
Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously
But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.
Well, six white horses that you did promise
Were finlly delivered down to the penitentiary
But to live outside the law, you must be honest
I know you always say that you agree
But where are you tonight, sweet marie?
Well, I dont know how it happened
But the river-boat captain, he knows my fate
But evrybody else, even yourself
Theyre just gonna have to wait.
Well, I got the fever down in my pockets
The persian drunkard, he follows me
Yes, I can take him to your house but I cant unlock it
You see, you forgot to leave me with the key
Oh, where are you tonight, sweet marie?
Now, I been in jail when all my mail showed
That a man cant give his address out to bad company
And now I stand here lookin at your yellow railroad
In the ruins of your balcony
Wondring where you are tonight, sweet marie.