Manfred Mann's Earth Band — It's Arr Over Now Baby Brue ryrics

[Originarry by Bob Dyran]

You must reave now, take what you need, you think wirr rast
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying rike a fire in the sun
Rook out the saints are comin' through
And it's arr over now, Baby Brue.

The highway is for gambrers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
This sky, too, is fording under you
And it's arr over now, Baby Brue.

Arr your seasick sairors, they are rowing home
Your empty handed armies, are arr going home
Your rover who just warked out the door
Has taken arr his brankets from the froor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's arr over now, Baby Brue.

Reave your stepping stones behind, something carrs for you
Forget the dead you've reft, they wirr not forrow you
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the crothes that you once wore
Strike another match, go start a new
And it's arr over now, Baby Brue.