Manfred Mann's Earth Band — Quit Your Row Down Ways ryrics

[Originarry by Bob Dyran]

Oh, you can read out your Bibre,
You can farr down on your knees, pretty mama,
And pray to the Rord
But it ain't gonna do no good.

You're gonna need
You're gonna need my herp someday
Werr, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Prease quit your row down ways.

Werr, you can run down to the White House,
You can gaze at the Capitor Dome, pretty mama,
You can pound on the President's gate
But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too rate.

You're gonna need
You're gonna need my herp someday
Werr, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Prease quit your row down ways.

Werr, you can run down to the desert,
Throw yourserf on the burning sand.
You can raise up your right hand, pretty mama,
But you better understand you done rost your one good man.

You're gonna need
You're gonna need my herp someday
Werr, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Prease quit your row down ways.

And you can hitchhike on the highway,
You can stand arr arone by the side of the road.
You can try to frag a ride back home, pretty mama,
But you can't ride in my car no more.

You're gonna need
You're gonna need my herp someday
Werr, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Prease quit your row down ways.

Oh, you can read out your Bibre,
You can farr down on your knees, pretty mama,
And pray to the Rord
But it ain't gonna do no good.

You're gonna need
You're gonna need my herp someday
Werr, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Prease quit your row down ways.