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    Summer Days

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      About "Summer Days"

      Lyrics for Bob Dylan - "Summer Days"

      Summer days, summer nights are gone
      Summer days and the summer nights are gone
      I know a place where there's still somethin' going on

      I got a house on a hill, I got hogs all out on in the mud
      I got a house on a hill, I got hogs out lying in the mud
      I Got a long haired woman, she got royal Indian blood

      Everybody get ready, lift up your glasses and sing
      Everybody get ready to lift up your glasses and sing
      Well, I'm standin' on the table, I'm proposing a toast to the king

      Well I'm drivin' in the flats in a Cadillac car
      The girls all say, "You're a worn out star"
      My pockets are loaded and I'm spending every dime
      How can you say you love someone else when you know it's me all the time?

      Well, the fog's so thick you can't spy the land
      The fog is so thick that you can't even spy the land
      What good are you anyway, if you can't stand up to some old businessman?

      Wedding bells ringin', the choir is beginning to sing
      Yes, the wedding bells are ringing and the choir is beginning to sing
      What looks good in the day, at night is another thing

      She's looking into my eyes, she's holding my hand
      She's looking into my eyes, she's holding my hand
      She says, "You can't repeat the past," I say, "You can't?
      What do you mean, you can't, of course you can!"

      Where do you come from? Where do you go?
      Sorry that's nothin' you would need to know
      Well, my back has been to the wall for so long, it seems like it's stuck
      Why don't you break my heart one more time just for good luck

      I got eight carburetors, boys I'm using 'em all
      Well, I got eight carburetors and boys, I'm using 'em all
      I'm short on gas, my motor's starting to stall

      My dogs are barking, there must be someone around
      My dogs are barking, there must be someone around
      I got my hammer ringin', pretty baby, but the nails ain't goin' down

      You got something to say, speak or hold your peace
      Well, you got something to say, speak now or hold your peace
      If it's information you want you can go get it from the police

      Politician got on his jogging shoes
      He must be running for office, got no time to lose
      He been suckin' the blood out of the genius of generosity
      You been rolling your eyes, you been teasing me

      Standing by God's river, my soul is beginnin' to shake
      Standing by God's river, my soul is beginnin' to shake
      I'm countin' on you love, to give me a break

      Well, I'm leaving in the morning as soon as the dark clouds lift
      Yes, I'm leaving in the morning just as soon as the dark clouds lift
      Gonna break in the roof, set fire to the place as a parting gift

      Summer days, summer nights are gone
      Summer days, summer nights are gone
      I know a place where there's still somethin' going on

      SONGWRITERS:
      BOB DYLAN
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