Slow Train

Bob Dylan

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    Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
    Can't help but wonder what's happenin' to my companions
    Are they lost or are they found, have they counted the cost it'll take to bring
    Down
    All their earthly principles they're gonna have to abandon?
    There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend

    I had a woman down in Alabama
    She was a backwoods girl, but she sure was realistic
    She said: Boy, without a doubt, have to quit your mess and straighten out
    You could die down here, be just another accident statistic
    There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend

    All that foreign oil controlling American soil
    Look around you, it's just bound to make you embarrassed
    Sheiks walkin' around like kings, wearing fancy jewels and nose rings
    Deciding America's future from Amsterdam and to Paris
    And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend

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    Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more
    You can't rely no more to be standin' around waitin'
    In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave
    Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate Satan
    And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend

    Big-time negotiators, false healers and woman haters
    Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition
    But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency
    All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
    And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend

    People starving and thirsting, grain elevators are bursting
    Oh, you know it costs more to store the food than it do to give it
    They say lose your inhibitions, follow your own ambitions
    They talk about a life of brotherly love, show me someone who knows how to
    Live it. There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend

    Well, my baby went to Illinois with some bad-talkin' boy she could destroy
    A real suicide case, but there was nothin' I could do to stop it
    I don't care about economy, I don't care about astronomy
    But it sure do bother me to see my loved ones turning into puppets
    There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend

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    Composición: Bob Dylan

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