Текст песни Bob Dylan - Tryin` To Get To Heaven
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The air is getting hotterThere`s a rumbling in the skiesI`ve been wading through the high muddy waterWith the heat rising in my eyesEvery day your memory grows dimmerIt doesn`t haunt me like it did beforeI`ve been walking through the middle of nowhereTrying to get to heaven before they close the doorWhen I was in Missouri They would not let me beI had to leave there in a hurryI only saw what they let me seeYou broke a heart that loved youNow you can seal up the book and not write anymoreI`ve been walking that lonesome valleyTrying to get to heaven before they close the doorPeople on the platformsWaiting for the trainsI can hear their hearts a-beatin`Like pendulums swinging on chains When you think that you lost everythingYou find out you can always lose a little moreI`m just going down the road feeling badTrying to get to heaven before they close the doorI`m going down the riverDown to New OrleansThey tell me everything is gonna be all rightBut I don`t know what "all right" even meansI was riding in a buggy with Miss Mary-JaneMiss Mary-Jane got a house in BaltimoreI been all around the world, boysNow I`m trying to get to heaven before they close the doorGonna sleep down in the parlorAnd relive my dreamsI`ll close my eyes and I wonder If everything is as hollow as it seemsSome trains don`t pull no gamblersNo midnight ramblers, like they did beforeI been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar downNow I`m trying to get to heaven before they close the door