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Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me Though I know that evening’s empire has returned
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to into sand
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me Vanished from my hand
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet
Though I know that evening’s empire has returned I have no one to meet
into sand And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
I have no one to meet Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to My senses have been stripped
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me My hands can’t feel to grip
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade
My senses have been stripped Into my own parade
My hands can’t feel to grip Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go
My toes too numb to step under it
Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering
I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
Into my own parade I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
under it In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you
Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me madly across the sun
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to It’s not aimed at anyone
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me It’s just escaping on the run
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you And but for the sky there are no fences facing
Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of
madly across the sun rhyme
It’s not aimed at anyone To your tambourine in time
It’s just escaping on the run It’s just a ragged clown behind
And but for the sky there are no fences facing I wouldn’t pay it any mind
And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of It’s just a shadow you’re seeing that he’s chasing
rhyme
To your tambourine in time Be A Better Boy
It’s just a ragged clown behind by Mick Terry
I wouldn’t pay it any mind
It’s just a shadow you’re seeing that he’s chasing BETTER BE A BETTER BOY before you bother
betting that you’ll bring her back home again.
Mr. Tambourine Man Try to treat her like you treat a tender lady.
by Bob Dylan Tell her truthfully that you’ll make amends.
She’ll be upset for a while.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me But you can win with the smile.
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Couldn’t keep her quite contented, could you? ‘Cause Couldn’t keep her quite contented, could you? ‘Cause
you you
caused her so much misery that she ached. caused her so much misery that she ached.
Go and get her gifts of goodies, gold and flowers. Go and get her gifts of goodies, gold and flowers.
Guess you’ve got to give it all that it takes. Guess you’ve got to give it all that it takes.
You’ve got to give one more try. You’ve got to give one more try.
See if she’ll come to your side. See if she’ll come to your side.
BETTER BE A BETTER BOY before you bother BETTER BE A BETTER BOY before you bother
betting that you’ll bring her back home again. betting that you’ll bring her back home again.
Try to treat her like you treat a tender lady. Try to treat her like you treat a tender lady.
Tell her truthfully that you’ll make amends. Tell her truthfully that you’ll make amends.
She’ll be upset for a while. She’ll be upset for a while.
But you can win with the smile. But you can win with the smile.
Couldn’t keep her quite contented, could you? ‘Cause Couldn’t keep her quite contented, could you? ‘Cause
you you
caused her so much misery that she ached. caused her so much misery that she ached.
Go and get her gifts of goodies, gold and flowers. Go and get her gifts of goodies, gold and flowers.
Guess you’ve got to give it all that it takes. Guess you’ve got to give it all that it takes.
You’ve got to give one more try. You’ve got to give one more try.
See if she’ll come to your side. See if she’ll come to your side.
Be A Better Boy
by Mick Terry Helplessly Hoping
by Stephen Stills, Gold Hill
Helplessly Hoping
by Stephen Stills, Gold Hill
Helplessly hoping
Her harlequin hovers nearby
Awaiting a word
Gasping at glimpses
Of gentle true spirit
He runs, wishing he could fly
Only to trip at the sound of good-bye