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Thursday, March 23. 2006

Free Dylan Advt of the Week: Dylan Lyrics of the Day + Live Downloads

"God knows you ain't pretty,
God knows it's true.
God knows there ain't anybody
Ever gonna take the place of you.

God knows it's a struggle,
God knows it's a crime,
God knows there's gonna be no more water
But fire next time.

God didn't call it treason,
God didn't call it wrong,
It was supposed to last a season
But it's been so strong for so long.

God knows there's a river,
God knows how to make it flow,
God knows you ain't gonna be taking
Nothing with you when you go."

"God Knows," from the 1990 album Under The Red Sky (though originally written and recorded for Oh Mercy).  Download a live version from 1995 here, or one from last summer's tour here.

Posted by The Dylanologist in The Song and Dance Man at 06:20 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)

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