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Bob Dylan © 1964 M.Witmark & Sons

(Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

Another Side session, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 9.jun.1964, take 2, album version  

Crimson flames tied thru my ears
Rollin' high an' mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flamin' roads
Usin' ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges soon", said i
Proud neath heated brow.
Ah but i was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

Half wrecked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate'' i screamed
Lies that life is black an' white 
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep somehow.
Ah but i was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

Girls' faces formed the forward path
From phoney jealousy
To memorizin' politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists 
Unthought of, tho, somehow.
Ah but i was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

A self ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
"Equality'', i spoke the word
As if a weddin' vow.
Ah but i was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

In a soldier's stance i aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearin' not that i'd become my enemy
In the instant that i preach
My existence led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah but i was so much older then
I'm younger than that now

Yes, my guards stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinkin'
I had somethin' to protect
Good an' bad i defined these terms
Quite clear no doubt somehow.
Ah but i was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.