I'd Hate To Be You On That Dreadful Day

Bob Dylan

(Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

  Witmark Studio, NYC - early 1963 (winter)  

Well, your clock is gonna stop at St Peter's gate
You gonna ask him what time it is, he's gonna say, "It's too late."
Hey, hey, i'd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day.

You gonna start to sweat an' you ain't gonna stop
You're gonna have a nitemare an' never wake up
Hey, hey, hey, i'd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day.

You're gonna cry for pills, your head's gonna be in a knot
But the pills are gonna cost more than what you've got
Hey, hey, i'd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day.

You're gonna have to walk naked, can't ride in no car
You're gonna let everybody see just what you are
Hey, hey, i'd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day.

Well, the good wine's a-flowin' for five cents a quart
You're gonna look in your money bag an' find you're one cent short
Hey, hey, hey, i'd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day.

You're gonna yell an' scream, don't anybody care
You're gonna hear out a voice say, "You shoulda listened when you heard them words down there."
Hey, hey, i'd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day.

That's my calypso type number