Текст песни The Wicked Messenger - Bob Dylan
There
was
a
wicked
messenger,
from
Eli
he
did
come
With
a
mind
that
multiplied
the
smallest
matter
When
questioned
who
had
sent
for
him,
he
answered
with
his
thumb
For
his
tongue,
it
couldn't
speak,
but
only
flatter
He
stayed
behind
the
assembly
hall,
it
was
there
he
made
his
bed
Often
times
he
could
be
seen
returning
Until
one
day
he
just
appeared
with
a
note
in
his
hand
which
read
"The
soles
of
my
feet,
I
swear
they're
burning"
Oh,
the
leaves
began
to
fallin',
the
seas
began
to
part
And
the
people
that
confronted
him
were
many
And
he
was
told
but
these
few
words
which
opened
up
his
heart
"If
you
cannot
bring
good
news,
don't
bring
any"
1 When I Paint My Masterpiece
2 Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I'll Go Mine)
3 Queen Jane Approximately
4 I'll Be Your Baby Tonight
5 Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues
6 Tombstone Blues
7 To Be Alone with You
8 What Was It You Wanted
9 Forever Young
10 Pledging My Time
11 The Wicked Messenger
12 Watching the River Flow
13 It's All Over Now, Baby Blue
14 Sierra's Theme
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