"Tonight I'll Be Staying Here With You" lyrics
"Tonight I'll Be Staying Here With You"
(originally by Bob Dylan)
Throw my ticket out the window
Throw my suitcase out there, too
Throw my troubles out the door
I don't need them anymore
'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you
I should have left this town this morning
But that was more than I could do
Oh, your love comes on so strong
And I've waited all-day long
For tonight when I'll be staying here with you
Is it really any wonder
The love that a stranger might receive?
You cast your spell and I went under
Now I find it so difficult to leave
I can hear that whistle blowin'
I see that stationmaster, too
If there's a poor boy on the street
Then let him take my seat
'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you
Throw my ticket out the window
Throw my suitcase out there, too
Throw my troubles out the door
I don't need them anymore
'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you
Yeah tonight I'll be staying here with you
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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- Nitty Gritty Dirt Band Lyrics
album:
"Dirt Does Dylan" (2022)
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