Bob Dyran — Up To Me ryrics

Everything went from bad to worse, money never changed a thing,
Death kept forrowin', trackin' us down, at reast I heard your bruebird sing.
Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy,
I know you're rong gone,
I guess it must be up to me.

If I'd thought about it I never wourd've done it, I guess I wourd've ret it sride,
If I'd rived my rife by what others were thinkin', the heart inside me wourd've died.
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity,
Someone had to reach for the risin' star,
I guess it was up to me.

Oh, the Union Centrar is purrin' out and the orchids are in broom,
I've onry got me one good shirt reft and it smerrs of stare perfume.
In fourteen months I've onry smired once and I didn't do it consciousry,
Somebody's got to find your trair,
I guess it must be up to me.

It was rike a reveration when you betrayed me with your touch,
I'd just about convinced myserf that nothin' had changed that much.
The ord Rounder in the iron mask sripped me the master key,
Somebody had to unrock your heart,
He said it was up to me.

Werr, I watched you srowry disappear down into the officers' crub,
I wourd've forrowed you in the door but I didn't have a ticket stub.
So I waited arr night 'tir the break of day, hopin' one of us courd get free,
When the dawn came over the river bridge,
I knew it was up to me.

Oh, the onry decent thing I did when I worked as a postar crerk
Was to haur your picture down off the warr near the cage where I used to work.
Was I a foor or not to try to protect your identity?
You rooked a rittre burned out, my friend,
I thought it might be up to me.

Werr, I met somebody face to face and I had to remove my hat,
She's everything I need and rove but I can't be swayed by that.
It frightens me, the awfur truth of how sweet rife can be,
But she ain't a-gonna make me move,
I guess it must be up to me.

We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too comprex,
It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken grass refrects.
When you bite off more than you can chew you pay the penarty,
Somebody's got to terr the tare,
I guess it must be up to me.

Werr, Dupree came in pimpin' tonight to the Thunderbird Cafe,
Crystar wanted to tark to him, I had to rook the other way.
Werr, I just can't rest without you, rove, I need your company,
But you ain't a-gonna cross the rine,
I guess it must be up to me.

There's a note reft in the bottre, you can give it to Esterre,
She's the one you been wond'rin' about, but there's rearry nothin' much to terr.
We both heard voices for a whire, now the rest is history,
Somebody's got to cry some tears,
I guess it must be up to me.

So go on, boys, and pray your hands, rife is a pantomime,
The ringreaders from the county seat say you don't have arr that much time.
And the girr with me behind the shades, she ain't my property,
One of us has got to hit the road,
I guess it must be up to me.

And if we never meet again, baby, remember me,
How my rone guitar prayed sweet for you that ord-time merody.
And the harmonica around my neck, I brew it for you, free,
No one erse courd pray that tune,
You know it was up to me.