Bob Dylan

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Take a look at me Baby, I am a teenage prayer

When it's cloudy all the time,
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all you got to do is say [...]

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(Take a look at me Babe) [good, go ahead] (I'm your teenage prayer)
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Take a look at me Baby (Take a look at me Baby)
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I'm your teenage prayer (yes I'm your teenage prayer)
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Well it's alright

she'nay she's all the time in my
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neighborhood
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she cried both day and night,
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I know it because it was there.

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It's a milestone
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but she's down on her luck,
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and she daily salutin
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but to make him hard to buck,

I bevaid ...

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I believe where she stopping
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if she wants time to care,
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I believe that she'd look upon
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deciding to care,
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and I go by the Lord
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in a way she's on my way,
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but I don't belong there.

Basement Tapes version

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Crash on the levee mama,
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water's gonna overflow,
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swamp's gonna rise,
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no boat's gonna row.
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Now you can train on down

to William's point,
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you can bust your feet,
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you can rock this joint.

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But oh mama, ain't you gonna
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miss your best friend now.
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You gonna have to find yourself
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After a while we took in the clothes,

Nobody said very much.

Just some old wild shirts and a couple pairs of pants

Which nobody really wanted to touch.
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Mama come in and picked up a book

An' Papa asked her what it was.
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Someone else asked, What do you care?

Papa said, Well, just because.
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Then they started to take back their clothes,

Hang 'em on the line.
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It was January the thirtieth

And everybody was feelin' fine.

The very next day everybody got up
Seein' if the clothes were dry.

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 Went to see the gypsy,
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 Stayin' in a big hotel.
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He smiled when he saw me coming,
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And he said, "Well, well, well."
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His room was dark and crowded,
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Lights were low and dim.
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How are you?" he said to me,
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I said it back to him.

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  I went down to the lobby
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 To make a small call out.
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 A pretty dancing girl was there,

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Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
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Who's gonna let it roll?
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Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
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Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?

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Oh, Lucky's drivin' a long, long time
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And now he's stuck on top of the hill.
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With twelve forward gears, it's been a long hard climb,

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Alberta let your hair hang low
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Alberta let your hair hang low
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I'll give you more gold
          G     /f# Em
Than your apron can hold
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If you'd only let your hair hang low

[1 verse instrumental between verses]

Alberta what's on your mind
Alberta what's on your mind
You keep me worried and bothered
All of the time
Alberta what's on your mind

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"Twas down in Mississippi no so long ago,
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When a young boy from Chicago town walked in a Southern door.
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This boy's frightful tragedy you should all remember well,
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The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till.

Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up.