Bob Dylan – The Wicked Messenger (Guitar)

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There was a wicked messenger

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From Eli he did come

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With a mind that multiplied the smallest matter

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When questioned who had sent for him

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He answered with his thumb

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For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter

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He stayed behind the assembly hall

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It was there he made his bed

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Oftentimes he could be seen returning

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Until one day he just appeared

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With a note in his hand which read

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"The soles of my feet, I swear they're burning"

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Oh, the leaves began to falling

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And the seas began to part

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And the people that confronted him were many

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And he was told but these few words

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Which opened up his heart

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"If ye cannot bring good news, then don't bring any"