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It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)



Текст песни Bob Dylan - It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)

It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
Bob Dylan
It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)-Bob Dylan
Tabbed by:Nick V.
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The 1978 live version found on "Live at Budakon"

"This songs called It's Alright, Ma. I'm Only Bleeding (Ho Ho Ho)."

Tuning:EADGBE

/End of Verses

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon that there is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece the hollow horn
Plays wasted words, proves to warn
That he not busy being born is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you'd just be one more person crying

So don't fear if you hear a foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all except hatred

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far that not much is really sacred

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States sometimes must have to stand naked

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it

[Repeat for the rest of the song.]

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