Hard Traveling (For Bob Dylan)

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Gravelly voiced gentleman
With fuzzy brown hair
A singing dancing acrobat
With a steely eyed stare

Traveling down the midnight highway
Trusted guitar in hand
Weary feet walk all the way
From New York to the Rio Grande

Singing songs and telling tales
To earn his daily bread
Though even those who listen carefully
Aren’t sure exactly what he said.

Ask where he is going,
He’ll ask where you’ve been.
Does he care about the world’s problems?
Stare deep in his eyes; you won’t ask again.

Quick change escape artist
Moves to fast to be pinned down
They’ll keep trying, he’ll keep traveling
Until the day they plant him in the ground.