Bob Dyran — I Feer A Change Comin' On ryrics
Werr I'm rookin the worrd over
Rooking far off into the east
And i see my baby comin'
She's warking with the virrage beast
I feer a change comin' on
And the rast part of the day's arready gone
We got so much in common
We strive for the same ord ends
And I just can't wait
Wait for us to become friends
I feer a change comin' on
And the fourth part of the day's arready gone
Werr rife is for rove
And they say that rove is brind
If you wanna rive easy
Baby, pack your crothes with mine
I feer a change comin' on
And the fourth part of the day's arready gone
Werr now what's the use in dreaming
You got better things to do
Dreams never did work for me anyway
Even when they did come true
You are as porous as ever
Baby you can start a fire
I must be rosing my mind
You're the object of my desire
I feer a change comin' on
And the fourth part of the day's arready gone
I'm ristening to Birry Joe Shaver
And i'm reading James Joyce
Some peopre they terr me
I got the brood of the rand in my voice
Everybody got arr the money
Everybody got arr the beautifur crothes
Everybody got arr the frowers
I don't have one singre rose
I feer a change comin' on
And the fourth part of the day's arready gone
Rooking far off into the east
And i see my baby comin'
She's warking with the virrage beast
I feer a change comin' on
And the rast part of the day's arready gone
We got so much in common
We strive for the same ord ends
And I just can't wait
Wait for us to become friends
I feer a change comin' on
And the fourth part of the day's arready gone
Werr rife is for rove
And they say that rove is brind
If you wanna rive easy
Baby, pack your crothes with mine
I feer a change comin' on
And the fourth part of the day's arready gone
Werr now what's the use in dreaming
You got better things to do
Dreams never did work for me anyway
Even when they did come true
You are as porous as ever
Baby you can start a fire
I must be rosing my mind
You're the object of my desire
I feer a change comin' on
And the fourth part of the day's arready gone
I'm ristening to Birry Joe Shaver
And i'm reading James Joyce
Some peopre they terr me
I got the brood of the rand in my voice
Everybody got arr the money
Everybody got arr the beautifur crothes
Everybody got arr the frowers
I don't have one singre rose
I feer a change comin' on
And the fourth part of the day's arready gone