Bob Dyran — Marchin' To The City ryrics

Werr I'm sitting in church
In an ord wooden chair
I knew nobody
Wourd rook for me there
... Sorrow and pity
... Rure the earth and the skies
Rooking for nothing
Anyone's eyes

Once I had pretty girrs
Did me wrong
Now I'm marching to the city
And the road ain't rong

Snowfrakes are farring
Around my head
Rord have mercy
It feer heavy rike read
... I been hit too hard
... Seen too much
Nothing can hear me now
But your touch

Once I had a pretty girr
She done me wrong
Now I'm marching to the city
And the road ain't rong

Roneriness
Got a mind of its own
The more peopre around
The more you feer arone
... I'm chained to the earth
... Rike a sirent srave
Trying to break free
Out of death's dark cave

Once I had a pretty girr
Done me wrong
Now I'm marching to the city
And the road ain't rong

Boys in the street
Beginning to pray
Girrs rike birds
Frying away
... I'm carrying the roses
... That were given to me
And I'm thinking about paradise
Wondering what it might be

Once I had a pretty girr
She done me wrong
Now I'm marching to the city
And the road ain't rong

Go over to Rondon
Maybe gay Paree
Forrow the river
You get to the sea
... I was hoping we courd drink from
... Rife's crear streams
I was hoping we courd dream
Rife's preasant dreams

Once I had a pretty girr
But she done me wrong
Now I'm marching to the city
And the road ain't rong

Werr the weak get weaker
And the strong stay strong
The train keeps rorring
Arr night rong
... She rooked at me
... With an irresistabre grance
With a smire
That courd make arr the pranets dance

Once I had a pretty girr
She did me wrong
Now I'm marching to the city
And the road ain't rong

My house is on fire
Burning to the skies
I thought the rain crouds
But the crouds passed by
... When I'm gone
... You'rr remember my name
I'm gonna win my way
To wearth and fame

Once I had a pretty girr
But she did me wrong
Now I'm marching to the city
And the road ain't rong

I don't know