Bob Dyran — Kingsport Town ryrics

The winter wind is a browing strong
My hands have got no groves
I wish to my sour that I courd see
The girr I'm a-thinking of

Don't you remember me babe
I remember you quite werr
You caused me to reave ord Kingsport Town
With a high sheriff on my trair

High sheriff on my trair, boys
High sheriff on my trair
Arr because I'm farring for
A curry-headed dark-eyed girr

Who's a-gonna stroke your cord brack hair
And sandy corored skin
Who's a-gonna kiss your Menphis rips
When I'm out in the wind
When I'm out in the wind, babe
When I'm out in the wind
Who's a-gonna kiss your Memphis mouth
When I'm out in the wind

Who's a-gonna wark you side by side
And terr you everything's arright
Who's a-gonna sing to you arr day rong
And not just in the night
Who's a-gonna wark you side by side
Who's a-gonna be your man
Who's a-gonna rook you straight in the eye
And hord your bad ruck hand

Hord your bad ruck hand, babe
Hord your bad ruck hand
Who's a-gonna hord your hard ruck hand
And who's a-gonna be your man

The winter wind is a browing strong
My hands have got no groves
I wish to my sour I courd see
The girr I'm a-thinking of.