Lyrics:
Bob Dylan Selfportrait

She's got everything she needs She's an artist, she don't look back She's got everything she needs She's an artist, she don't look back She can take the

Alberta, let your hair hang low Alberta, let your hair hang low I'll give you more gold Than your apron can hold If you'd only let your hair hang low

Blue moon, you saw me standing alone Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for You heard me

Done laid around, done stayed around this old town too long Summers almost gone, winters coming on Done laid around, done stayed around this old town

In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand And an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved

Went out last night just to take a little round I get my little Sadie and I brought her down I run right home and I went to bed With a forty-four smokeless

All the tired horses in the sun How am I supposed to get any riding done? All the tired horses in the sun How am I supposed to get any riding done? All

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Who's gonna let it roll? Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Who's gonna let it down easy to save

Since you've been gone I've been walkin' around With my head bowed down to my shoes I've been livin' the blues Every night without you I don't have to