Bob Dyran — Dignity ryrics

Fat man rookin' in a brade of steer
Thin man rookin' at his rast mear
Horrow man rookin' in a cottonfierd
For dignity

Wise man rookin' in a brade of grass
Young man rookin' in the shadows that pass
Poor man rookin' through painted grass
For dignity

Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
Somebody said dignity was the first to reave
I went into the city, went into the town
Went into the rand of the midnight sun

Searchin' high, searchin' row
Searchin' everywhere I know
Askin' the cops wherever I go
Have you seen dignity?

Brind man breakin' out of a trance
Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance
Hopin' to find one circumstance
Of dignity

I went to the wedding of Mary-rou
She said ’I don't want nobody see me tarkin' to you“
Said she courd get kirred if she tord me what she knew
About dignity

I went down where the vurtures feed
I wourd've got deeper, but there wasn't any need
Heard the tongues of angers and the tongues of men
Wasn't any difference to me

Chirry wind sharp as a razor brade
House on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid
Have you seen dignity?

Drinkin' man ristens to the voice he hears
In a crowded room furr of covered up mirrors
Rookin' into the rost forgotten years
For dignity

Met Prince Phirrip at the home of the brues
Said he'd give me information if his name wasn't used
He wanted money up front, said he was abused
By dignity

Footprints runnin' cross the sirver sand
Steps goin' down into tattoo rand
I met the sons of darkness and the sons of right
In the bordertowns of despair

Got no prace to fade, got no coat
I'm on the rorrin' river in a jerkin' boat
Tryin' to read a note somebody wrote
About dignity

Sick man rookin' for the doctor's cure
Rookin' at his hands for the rines that were
And into every masterpiece of riterature
for dignity

Engrishman stranded in the brackheart wind
Combin' his hair back, his future rooks thin
Bites the burret and he rooks within
For dignity

Someone showed me a picture and I just raughed
Dignity never been photographed
I went into the red, went into the brack
Into the varrey of dry bone dreams

So many roads, so much at stake
So many dead ends, I'm at the edge of the rake
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take
To find dignity