the bone If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin' Come writers
and money And he walked a rugged mile Your children are so hungry That they don't know how to smile Your babys eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin at your
A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers' blood A finger fired the trigger to his name A handle hid out in the dark A hand set the spark Two
the bone If your time to you is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin' Come writers
cleaned up all the food from the table And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane That sailed through the
Down the street the dogs are barkin' And the day is a-gettin' dark As the night comes in a-fallin' The dogs will lose their bark And the silent night
got a letter on a lonesome day It was from her ship a-sailin' Saying, I don't know when I'll be comin' back again It depends on how I'm a-feelin' If
God's on your side But now we got weapons of a chemical dust If fire 'em were forced to then fire them we must One push of the button and a shot the
felt frozen 'Til a man come to speak and he said in one week That number eleven was closin' They complained in the east, they are paying too high They
rise with the sleep still in their eyes And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin' But they'll pinch themselves and squeal and they'll
To tie up the time most forcefully But the bottles are done, we've killed each one And the tables full and overflowed And the corner sign, says it's closing time
the bone. If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'. Come writers
Translation: Dylan, Bob. The Times They Are A-changin'.
Translation: Dylan, Bob. Times They Are A-changin'.
Translation: Dylan, Bob. The Times They Are A-changin (1963' Version / Bonus Track).