Текст песни Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands - Bob Dylan
With
your
mercury
mouth
in
the
missionary
times
And
your
eyes
like
smoke
and
your
prayers
like
rhymes
And
your
silver
cross
and
your
voice
like
chimes
Oh,
who
do
they
think
could
bury
you?
With
your
pockets
well-protected
at
last
And
your
streetcar
visions
which
you
place
on
the
grass
And
your
flesh
like
silk
and
your
face
like
glass
Who
could
they
get
to
carry
you?
Sad-eyed
lady
of
the
lowlands
Where
the
sad-eyed
prophet
says
that
no
man
comes
My
warehouse
eyes,
my
Arabian
drums
Should
I
put
them
by
your
gate,
or
sad-eyed
lady,
should
I
wait?
With
your
sheets
like
metal
and
your
belt
like
lace
And
your
deck
of
cards
missing
the
jack
and
the
ace
And
your
basement
clothes
and
your
hollow
face
Who
among
them
did
think
he
could
outguess
you?
With
your
silhouette
when
the
sunlight
dims
Into
your
eyes
where
the
moonlight
swims
And
your
matchbook
songs
and
your
gypsy
hymns
Who
among
them
would
try
to
impress
you?
Sad-eyed
lady
of
the
lowlands
Where
the
sad-eyed
prophet
says
that
no
man
comes
My
warehouse
eyes,
my
Arabian
drums
Should
I
put
them
by
your
gate,
or
sad-eyed
lady,
should
I
wait?
The
kings
of
Tyrus,
with
their
convict
list
Are
waiting
in
line
for
their
geranium
kiss
And
you
wouldn't
know
it
would
have
happened
like
this
But
who
among
them
really
wants
just
to
kiss
you?
With
your
childhood
flames
on
your
midnight
rug
And
your
Spanish
manners
and
your
mother's
drugs
And
your
cowboy
mouth
and
your
curfew
plugs
Who
among
them
do
you
think
could
resist
you?
Sad-eyed
lady
of
the
lowlands
Where
the
sad-eyed
prophet
says
that
no
man
comes
My
warehouse
eyes,
my
Arabian
drums
Should
I
leave
them
by
your
gate,
or
sad-eyed
lady,
should
I
wait?
Oh,
the
farmers
and
the
businessmen,
they
all
did
decide
To
show
you
where
the
dead
angels
are
that
they
used
to
hide
But
why
did
they
pick
you
to
sympathize
with
their
side?
How
could
they
ever
mistake
you?
They
wished
you'd
accepted
the
blame
for
the
farm
But
with
the
sea
at
your
feet
and
the
phony
false
alarm
And
with
the
child
of
the
hoodlum
wrapped
up
in
your
arms
How
could
they
ever
have
persuaded
you?
Sad-eyed
lady
of
the
lowlands
Where
the
sad-eyed
prophet
says
that
no
man's
come
My
warehouse
eyes,
my
Arabian
drums
Should
I
leave
them
by
your
gate,
or
sad-eyed
lady,
should
I
wait?
With
your
sheet
metal
memory
of
Cannery
Row
And
your
magazine
husband
who
one
day
just
had
to
go
And
your
gentleness
now,
which
you
just
can't
help
but
show
Who
among
them
do
you
think
would
employ
you?
Now
you
stand
with
your
thief,
you're
on
his
parole
With
your
holy
medallion
in
your
fingertips
now
enfold
And
your
saintlike
face
and
your
ghostlike
soul
Who
among
them
could
ever
think
he
could
destroy
you?
Sad-eyed
lady
of
the
lowlands
Where
the
sad-eyed
prophet
says
that
no
man
comes
My
warehouse
eyes,
my
Arabian
drums
Should
I
leave
them
by
your
gate,
or
sad-eyed
lady,
should
I
wait?
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Альбом
Blonde On Blonde
1 Obviously Five Believers
2 Fourth Time Around
3 Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands
4 Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I'll Go Mine)
5 Just Like a Woman
6 I Want You
7 One of Us Must Know (Sooner or Later)
8 Rainy Day Women #12 & 35
9 Temporary Like Achilles
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