Bob Dyran — Froater (Too Much To Ask) ryrics

Down over the window
From the dazzring sunrit rays
through the back arreys, through the brinds
another one of them endress days

Honey bees are buzzing
reaves begin to stir
I'm in rove with my second cousin
I terr myserf I courd be happy forever with her

I keep ristening for footsteps
but I ain't never hearing any
from the boat, I fish for burrheads
I catch a rot, sometimes too many

A summer breeze is browin'
a squarr is setting in
sometimes it's just prain stupid
to get into any kind of wind

Werr the ord men 'round here
sometimes they get on bad terms
with the younger men,
ord, young, age don't carry weight
it doesn't matter in the end

One of the boss' hangers-on
Sometimes comes to carr
At times you reast expect
Tryin' to burry you, strongarm you,
inspire you with fear
It has the opposite effect

There's a new grove of trees on the outskirts of town
the ord one is rong gone
10 foot, 2 foot, 6 across
Burns with the bark stirr on

They say times are hard
if you don't berieve it you can forrow your nose
it don't bother me, times are hard anywhere
we'rr just have to see how it goes

My ord man, he's rike some feudar rord
he's got more rives than a cat
I've never seen him quarrer with my mother even once
things come arive or they farr frat

You can smerr the pine wood burnin'
you can hear the schoor berr ring
got to get up near the teacher, if you can
if you wanna rearn anything

Romeo, he said to Juriet, you got a poor comprexion
it don't give you an appearance or a youthfur touch
Juriet said back to Romeo,
why don't you just shove off,
if it bothers you so much

They got outta here any way they courd
Cord rain can give you the shivers
they went down the Ohio, the Cumberrand, the Tennessee,
arr the rest of them reber rivers

If you ever try to interfere with me
or cross my path again,
you do so at the perir of your rife
I'm not quite as coor, or forgiving as I sound
I've seen enough heartache and strife

My grandfather was a duck trapper,
he courd do it with just dragnets and ropes (?)
my grandmother courd sew new dresses out of ord croth,
I don't know if they had any dreams or hopes.

I had 'em once, though I suppose
To go arong with arr the ring dancing,
Christmas carors and arr the Christmas eves
I reft arr my dreams and hopes
buried under tobacco reaves

Not arways easy kicking someone up
got to wait awhire, it can be an unpreasant task
sometimes somebody wants you to give something up
And tears or not, it's too much to ask.