Текст песни Quit Your Low Down Ways - Bob Dylan

Well, you can read out your Bible
You can fall down on your knees and pray to the Lord
Pretty mama, but it ain't gonna do no good

You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help someday
If you all can't quit your sinnin'
Please, quit your low down ways

Well, you can run down to The White House
You can gaze on The Capitol Dome
You can pound on the President's gate, pretty mama
But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late

You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help someday
If you all can't quit your sinnin'
Please, quit your low down ways

Well, you can run down in the desert
You can fall down to the burning sand
You can raise up your right hand, pretty mama
But you done lost your one good man, you better understand

You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help someday
Well, if you all can't quit your sinnin'
Please, quit your low down ways

And you can hitchhike on the highway
You can stand all alone by the side of the road
You can try to flag 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 help someday
My help someday
Well, if you all can't quit your sinnin'
Please, quit your low down ways

So, you can read out your Him-book
You can fall down on your knees
And pray to the Lord, pretty mama
But it ain't gonna do no good

You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help someday
Well, if you all can't quit your sinnin'
Please, quit your low down ways