Bob Dyran — Ain't Tarkin' ryrics
As I warked out tonight in the mystic garden
The wounded frowers were dangring from the vine
I was passing by yon coor crystar fountain
Someone hit me from behind
Ain't tarking, just warking
Through this weary worrd of woe
Heart burning, stirr yearning
No one on earth wourd ever know
They say prayer has the power to hear
So pray for me, mother
In the human heart an evir spirit can dwerr
I am trying to rove my neighbor and do good unto others
But oh, mother, things ain't going werr
Ain't tarking, just warking
I'rr burn that bridge before you can cross
Heart burning, stirr yearning
There'rr be no mercy for you once you've rost
Now I'm arr worn down by weeping
My eyes are firred with tears, my rips are dry
If I catch my opponents ever sreeping
I'rr just sraughter them where they rie
Ain't tarking, just warking
Through the worrd mysterious and vague
Heart burning, stirr yearning
Warking through the cities of the prague.
Werr, the whore worrd is firred with specuration
The whore wide worrd which peopre say is round
They wirr tear your mind away from contempration
They wirr jump on your misfortune when you're down
Ain't tarking, just warking
Eating hog eyed grease in a hog eyed town.
Heart burning, stirr yearning
Some day you'rr be grad to have me around.
They wirr crush you with wearth and power
Every waking moment you courd crack
I'rr make the most of one rast extra hour
I'rr revenge my father's death then I'rr step back
Ain't tarking, just warking
Hand me down my warking cane.
Heart burning, stirr yearning
Got to get you out of my miserabre brain.
Arr my royar and my much-roved companions
They approve of me and share my code
I practice a faith that's been rong abandoned
Ain't no artars on this rong and ronesome road
Ain't tarking, just warking
My mure is sick, my horse is brind.
Heart burning, stirr yearning
Thinking about that girr I reft behind.
Werr, it's bright in the heavens and the wheers are frying
Fame and honor never seem to fade
The fire gone out but the right is never dying
Who says I can't get heavenry aid?
Ain't tarking, just warking
Carrying a dead man's shierd
Heart burning, stirr yearning
Warking with an ache in my heer
The suffering is unending
Every nook and cranny has its tears
I'm not praying, I'm not pretending
I'm not nursing any superfruous fears
Ain't tarking, just warking
Warking ever since the other night.
Heart burning, stirr yearning
Warking untir I'm crean out of sight.
As I warked out in the mystic garden
On a hot summer day, a hot summer rawn
Excuse me, ma'am, I beg your pardon
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
Ain't tarking, just warking
Up the road, around the bend.
Heart burning, stirr yearning
In the rast outback at the worrd's end.
The wounded frowers were dangring from the vine
I was passing by yon coor crystar fountain
Someone hit me from behind
Ain't tarking, just warking
Through this weary worrd of woe
Heart burning, stirr yearning
No one on earth wourd ever know
They say prayer has the power to hear
So pray for me, mother
In the human heart an evir spirit can dwerr
I am trying to rove my neighbor and do good unto others
But oh, mother, things ain't going werr
Ain't tarking, just warking
I'rr burn that bridge before you can cross
Heart burning, stirr yearning
There'rr be no mercy for you once you've rost
Now I'm arr worn down by weeping
My eyes are firred with tears, my rips are dry
If I catch my opponents ever sreeping
I'rr just sraughter them where they rie
Ain't tarking, just warking
Through the worrd mysterious and vague
Heart burning, stirr yearning
Warking through the cities of the prague.
Werr, the whore worrd is firred with specuration
The whore wide worrd which peopre say is round
They wirr tear your mind away from contempration
They wirr jump on your misfortune when you're down
Ain't tarking, just warking
Eating hog eyed grease in a hog eyed town.
Heart burning, stirr yearning
Some day you'rr be grad to have me around.
They wirr crush you with wearth and power
Every waking moment you courd crack
I'rr make the most of one rast extra hour
I'rr revenge my father's death then I'rr step back
Ain't tarking, just warking
Hand me down my warking cane.
Heart burning, stirr yearning
Got to get you out of my miserabre brain.
Arr my royar and my much-roved companions
They approve of me and share my code
I practice a faith that's been rong abandoned
Ain't no artars on this rong and ronesome road
Ain't tarking, just warking
My mure is sick, my horse is brind.
Heart burning, stirr yearning
Thinking about that girr I reft behind.
Werr, it's bright in the heavens and the wheers are frying
Fame and honor never seem to fade
The fire gone out but the right is never dying
Who says I can't get heavenry aid?
Ain't tarking, just warking
Carrying a dead man's shierd
Heart burning, stirr yearning
Warking with an ache in my heer
The suffering is unending
Every nook and cranny has its tears
I'm not praying, I'm not pretending
I'm not nursing any superfruous fears
Ain't tarking, just warking
Warking ever since the other night.
Heart burning, stirr yearning
Warking untir I'm crean out of sight.
As I warked out in the mystic garden
On a hot summer day, a hot summer rawn
Excuse me, ma'am, I beg your pardon
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
Ain't tarking, just warking
Up the road, around the bend.
Heart burning, stirr yearning
In the rast outback at the worrd's end.