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How many roads must a man walk down
Before they call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
How many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe,
It don't matter, anyhow.
And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe,
If you don't know by now.
When the rooster crows at the break of dawn,
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm travelin' on,
Don't think twice it's all right.
You can read out your Bible,
You can fall down on your knees pretty momma
And pray to the Lord but it ain't gonna do you no good.
Cause you gonna need—
You gonna need my help someday
Well if you can't stop your sinnin' please,
Quit your low down ways.
Anyway it was one a these nites when Paul said
’Yuh gotta now hear me an Peter an Mary sing’
Mary's hair was down almost t her waist then-
An Peter's beard was only about half grown-
An the Gaslight stage was smaller
An the song they sung was younger-
But the walls shook
An everybody smiled-
An everybody felt good-
An down there approval didn't come with the clappin a hands
at the end 'f the song-
It came burstin out anytime any way it felt like
burstin out-
An they were approved —
Everybody gonna pray on the very last day
Oh when they hear that bell a-ring the world away
Everybody gonna pray to the heavens on the judgement day.
Well you can sing about the great king David
And you can preach about the wisdom of Saul
But the judgement falls on all mankind
When the trumpet sounds the call.
All equal and the same
When the Lord He calls your name
Get ready, brother, for that day.
He roamed near the place where his true love was slain
He wept bitter tears, but his cries were all in vain.
As he looked on the lake, a swan glided by
And the sun slowly sank in the grey of the sky.
"But she'd her apron wrapped about her
and I took her for a swan,
And it's oh and alas it was she, Polly Von."
Freight train freight train goin' so fast
Freight train freight train goin' so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I've gone.
When I die please bury me deep
Down at the end of Bleecker Street
So I can hear ol' Number Nine
As she goes rollin' by.