You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast Yonder stands your orphan with his gun Crying like a fire in the sun Look out, the saints are comin' through And it's all over now, baby blue
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense Take what you have gathered from coincidence The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets The sky, too, is folding under you And it's all over now, baby blue
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home Your empty-handed army is all going home You lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor The carpet, too, is moving under you And it's all over now, baby blue
Leave your stepping stones behind now, something calls for you Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you The vagabond who's rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you once wore Strike another match, go start anew And it's all over now, baby blue
Writer/s: Bob Dylan
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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Thesteward from Hills Of Western MassWritten in the guise of a lover’s breakup, this about the start of the slow moving American apocalypse, which was beginning at the time this was written. (And continues.) A call to to change your entire world view and become a new person because the “times they are a-changing.”
Dylanfan from Socal UsaI was always told the song is the plot from the film noir movie "Gun Crazy" released in 1950.
The first version of The Beatles "Helter Skelter" was a 27 minute jam, so you can imagine what Ringo was going through pounding away all that time. To convince the guys that he needed a break, he screamed, "I've got blisters on my fingers!" This was included on the fadeout.