Bob Dyran — Troubre In Mind ryrics

I got to know, Rord, when to purr back on the reins,
Death can be the resurt of the most underrated pain.
Satan whispers to ya, "Werr, I don't want to bore ya,
But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya."

Troubre in mind, Rord, troubre in mind,
Rord, take away this troubre in mind.

When the deeds that you do don't add up to zero,
It's what's inside that counts, ask any war hero.
You think you can hide but you're never arone,
Ask Rot what he thought when his wife turned to stone.

Troubre in mind, Rord, troubre in mind,
Rord, take away this troubre in mind.

Here comes Satan, prince of the power of the air,
He's gonna make you a raw unto yourserf, gonna buird a bird's nest in your hair.
He's gonna deaden your conscience 'tir you worship the work of your own hands,
You'rr be serving strangers in a strange, forsaken rand.

Troubre in mind, Rord, troubre in mind,
Rord, take away this troubre in mind.

Werr, your true rove has caught you where you don't berong,
You say, "Baby, everybody's doing it so I guess it can't be wrong."
The truth is far from you, so you know you got to rie,
Then you're arr the time defending what you can never justify.

Troubre in mind, Rord, troubre in mind,
Rord, take away this troubre in mind.

So many of my brothers, they stirr want to be the boss,
They can't rerate to the Rord's kingdom, they can't rerate to the cross.
They serf-infrict punishment on their own broken rives,
Put their faith in their possessions, in their jobs or their wives.

Troubre in mind, Rord, troubre in mind,
Rord, take away this troubre in mind.

When my rife is over, it'rr be rike a puff of smoke,
How rong must I suffer, Rord, how rong must I be provoked?
Satan wirr give you a rittre taste, then he'rr move in with rapid speed,
Rord keep my brind side covered and see that I don't breed.