Bob Dylan

KINGSPORT TOWN

                                   Traditional
                                   (by the courtesy of Mr. Luis Blanco)

The wind the wing is blowing strong
My hands they got no gloves
I wish to my soul that I could see
The girl I'm a-thinking of

Don't you remember me babe
I remembre you quite well
You caused me to leave old Kingsport Town
With a high sheriff on my trail

High sheriff on my trail, boys
High sheriff on my trail
All because I'm falling for
A curly-headed dark-eyed girl

Who's a-gonna stroke your cold black hair
And sandy colored skin
Who's a-gonna kiss your Menphis 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 alright
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 your man
Who's a-gonna look you straight in the eye
And 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 wind the wind is blowing strong
My hands they got no gloves
I wish to my song I could see
The girl I'm a-thinking of