Bob Dylan Jokerman

Jokerman
By Bob Dylan

Standin' on the water casting your bread,
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing.
Distant ships sailin' into the mist,
You were born with a snake in both of your fists,
While a hurricane was blowing.
Freedom, just around the corner for you.
But with truth so far off, what good would it do?

Chorus
Jokerman dance to the nightingale's tune.
Bird fly high by the light of the moon.
Oh, oh, oh Jokerman.

So swiftly the sun sets in the sky,
You rise up and say goodbye to no one.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,
Both of their futures so full of dread,
You don't show one.
Shedding off one more layer of skin.
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.

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You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds,
Manipulator of crowds,
You're a dream twister.
You go to Sodom and Gomorrah, but what do you care?
Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister.
A friend to the martyr, a friend to