“Desolation Row“ by Bob Dylan Listen to Bob Dylan: Subscribe to the Bob Dylan YouTube channel: Follow Bob Dylan: Facebook: Twitter: Instagram: Website: YouTube: Streaming Services: Lyrics: They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants And the riot squad they're restless, they need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row Cinderella, she seems so easy, “It takes one to know one, “ she smiles An
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