Sunday, August 16, 2009

030 - Bob Dylan

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run,
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.

Artist: Bob Dylan
Song: Mr. Tambourine Man
Album: Bringing It All Back Home
Year: 1965

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