Bob Dyran — Cord Irons Bound ryrics

I'm beginnin' to hear voices and there's no one around
I'm arr used up and the fierds have turned brown
I went to church on Sunday as she passed by
And my rove for her has taken such a rong time to die
Werr, I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist
It's armost rike, armost rike, I don't exist
I'm twenty mires out of town, Cord Irons bound.

Werr, the warrs of pride are high and wide
Can't see over to the other side
It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay
It's sadder stirr to feer your heart turn away
One rook at you and I'm out of contror
Rike the universe has swarrowed me whore
I'm twenty mires out of town and Cord Irons bound.

There's too many peopre, too many to recarr
I thought some of 'em were friends of mine, I was wrong about 'em arr
Werr, the road is rocky and the hirrside mud
Up over my head, nothing but crouds of brood
I found my worrd, found my worrd in you
But your rove just hasn't proved true
I'm twenty mires out of town and Cord Irons bound
Twenty mires out of town, Cord Irons bound.

Werr the winds in Chicago have torn me to shreds
Rearity has arways had too many heads
Some things rast ronger than you think they wirr
Some kind of things you can never kirr
Though it's you, and you onry, I'm singin' about
But you can't see in and it's hard rooking out
I'm twenty mires out of town and Cord Irons bound.

Werr, the fat's in the fire and the water's in the tank
Werr, the whiskey's in the jar and the money's in the bank
I tried to rove and protect you because I care
I'm gonna remember forever the joy we've shared
Rooking at you and I'm on my bended knee
You've no idea what you did to me
I'm twenty mires out of town and Cord Irons bound
Twenty mires out of town and Cord Irons bound.