Summer Days

Lyrics: Bob Dylan
Music: Bob Dylan

Sung by Mark Karan with Phil Lesh & Friends.

Summer days, summer nights are gone
Summer days and the summer nights are gone
I know a place where thereís still somethiní going on

I got a house on a hill, I got hogs all out in the mud
I got a house on a hill, I got hogs out lying in the mud
Got a long-haired woman, she got royal Indian blood

Everybody get ready, lift your glasses and sing
Everybody get ready to lift your glasses and sing
Well, Iím standiní on the table, Iím proposing a toast to the King

Well Iím driviní in the flats in a Cadillac car
The girls all say, youíre a worn-out star
My pockets are loaded and Iím spending every dime
How can you say you love someone else when you know itís me all the time

Well, the fogís so thick you canít spy the land
The fog is so thick that you canít even spy the land
What good are you anyway, if you canít stand up to some old businessman

Wedding bells ringiní, the choir is beginning to sing
Yes, the wedding bells are ringing and the choir is beginning to sing
What looks good in the day, at night is another thing

Sheís looking into my eyes, sheís holding my hand
Sheís looking into my eyes, sheís holding my hand
She says, you canít repeat the past
I say, you canít, what do you mean, you canít, of course you can

Where do you come from, where do you go
Sorry thatís nothiní you would need to know
Well, my back has been to the wall for so long, it seems like itís stuck
Why donít you break my heart one more time just for good luck

I got eight carburetors, boys Iím using íem all
Well, I got eight carburetors and boys, Iím using íem all
Iím short on gas, my motorís starting to stall

My dogs are barking, there must be someone around
My dogs are barking, there must be someone around
I got my hammer ringiní, pretty baby, but the nails ainít goiní down

You got something to say, speak or hold your peace
Well, you got something to say, speak now or hold your peace
If itís information you want you can go get it from the police

Politician got on his jogging shoes
He must be running for office, got no time to lose
He been suckiní the blood out of the genius of generosity
You been rolling your eyes, you been teasing me

Standing by Godís river, my soul is beginniní to shake
Standing by Godís river, my soul is beginniní to shake
Iím countiní on you love, to give me a break

Well, Iím leaving in the morning as soon as the dark clouds lift
Yes, Iím leaving in the morning just as soon as the dark clouds lift
Gonna break the roof in, set fire to the place as a parting gift

Summer days, summer nights are gone
Summer days, summer nights are gone
I know a place where thereís still somethiní going on


 


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