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The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan session 6, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 14.nov.1962, take 2 CO 77004-2
The winter wind is a-blowin' strong, my hands have got no gloves
I wish to my soul that i could see the gal i'm a-thinking of
Don't you remember me, babe, i remember you quite well
It caused me to leave ol' Kingsport Town with a high sheriff on my trail
High sheriff on my trail, boy, high sheriff on my trail
All because i've fallen for a curly-headed dark-eyed gal
Who's a-gonna stroke your cold black hair and sandy colored skin?
Who's a-gonna kiss your Memphis lips when i'm out in the wind?
When i'm out in the wind, babe, when i'm out in the wind
Who's a-gonna kiss your Memphis mouth when i'm out in the wind?
Who's a-gonna walk you side by side and tell you everything's all right?
Who's a-gonna sing to you all day long and not just in the night?
Who's a-gonna walk you side by side, who's a-gonna be you man?
Who's a-gonna look you straight in the eye an' hold your bad luck hand?
Hold your bad luck hand, babe, hold your bad luck hand
Who's a-gonna hold your hard luck hand and who's a-gonna be your man?
The winter wind is a-blowin' strong, my hands have got no gloves
I wish to my soul i could see the gal i'm thinking of.
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