I Was Burned Out From Exhaustion, Buried In The Hail, Poisoned In The Bushes, Blown Out On The Trail; Hunted Like A Crocodile, Ravaged In The Corn, "come In," She Said, "i'll Give Ya Shelter From The Storm."

-Bob Dylan

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I Was Burned Out From Exhaustion, Buried

Bob Dylan

I Was Burned Out From Exhaustion, Buried In The Hail, Poisoned In The Bushes, Blown Out On The Trail; Hunted Like A Crocodile, Ravaged In The Corn, "come In," She Said, "i'll Give Ya Shelter From The Storm."

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Marriage

Giving

Storm

The Cavalries Charged And The Indians Died, Oh The Country Was Young With God On Its Side.

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