Bryan Ferry Solo

(Dylan) Baby let me follow you down Baby let me follow you down Well Ill do anything in this God almighty world If you just let me follow you down. Can I come home with you Can I come home with you? And Ill do anything in this God…

(Dylan) If not for you, Babe, I couldn’t find the door, I couldn’t even see the floor, I’d be sad and blue, If not for you. If not for you, Babe, I’d lay awake all night, Wait for the mornin’ light To shine in through, If not for you….

(Dylan) You’ve got a lotta nerve To say you are my friend When I was down You just stood there grinning You got a lotta nerve To say you got a hand to lend You just want to be on The side that’s winning You say I let you…

(Dylan) Mama, take this badge off of me I can’t use it anymore. It’s gettin’ dark, too dark to see I feel like I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door. Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door Knock, knock, knockin’…

(Dylan) I ain’t lookin’ to compete with you, Beat or cheat or mistreat you, Simplify you, classify you, Deny, defy or crucify you. All I really wanna do Is, baby, be friends with you. I ain’t lookin’ to fight with you, Frighten you or tighten you, Drag you down…

(Dylan) Come gather ’round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown Accept it that soon You’ll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you Is worth savin’ Then you better start swimmin’ Or you’ll sink like a stone For the times…

(Dylan) When the rain is blowing in your face And the whole world is on your case I could offer you a warm embrace To make you feel my love When evening shadows and the stars appear And there is no one there to dry your tears I could…

(Dylan) They sat together in the park As the evening sky grew dark, She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones. ‘Twas then he felt alone and wished that he’d gone straight And watched out for a simple twist of fate. They walked along…

(Dylan) When you’re lost in the rain in Juarez And it’s Eastertime too And your gravity fails And negativity don’t pull you through Don’t put on any airs When you’re down on Rue Morgue Avenue They got some hungry women there And they really make a mess outa you…