"4th Time Around (Live)" lyrics

"4th Time Around (Live)"

When she said, "Don't waste your words, they're just lies"
I cried she was deaf
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes
Sayin', "What else she got left?"
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said, "Don't forget"
Everybody must give something back
For something they get

I stood there and hummed
I tapped on her drum, I asked her, "How come?"
She buttoned her boot
And she straightened her suit
And she said, "Don't get cute"
So I forced my hands in my pockets
And felt with my thumbs
And gallantly handed her my very last piece of gum

She threw me outside
I stood in the dirt where everyone walked
And after finding out I'd forgotten my shirt
I went back and knocked
I was waitin' in the hallway, she went to get it
And I tried to make sense
Out of the picture of you in your wheelchair
That leaned up against

Her Jamaican rum
And when she did come, I asked her for some
She said, "No, dear"
I said, "Your words, they're not clear, you better spit out your gum"
She screamed 'til her face got so red
And she fell on the floor
I covered her up and then
Thought I'd go look through her drawers

And when I was through
I filled up my shoe and brought it to you
And you, you took me in
You loved me then
You never wasted time
And I, never took much
I never asked for your crutch
Now don't ask for mine


Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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