Jeremy Fisher - Song For Robert Zimmerman lyrics

rate me

I hear old ladies whisperin'

When they pass me on the street

He looks like young Robert Zimmerman in 1963

Well, sure I got a head full of hair

And a harp around my neck

But I'll tell you folks

I heard the joke

And the punchline ain't no good

Well I don't know from war

'cept from drugs and on TV

And I saw the bastard's son cry out his eyes in misery

Well, I wouldn't know the boy

If he lived in my own neighbourhood

Well, I tell you folks

I heard the joke

The punchline ain't no good

And I'll tell you what the problem is

With all these kids today

An' you send 'em off to college

College masturbate the brain

Test 'em by the handful

Sellin' theories as the truth

Well, I'll tell you folks

The one long joke

The punchline ain't no good

You livin'in a boomtown

Has some drawbacks, for sure

Have you smelled the public restrooms

In a Pike Place market square

Have you tried to pitch a tent or two

In your own neighbourhood

I'm just kiddin' folks

Only jokes

The punchline's pretty good

Do you know your neighbour, or your farmer,

Or your kids

Or the one who sews the stitches

In your clothes and in your wrist

Do you know yourself

Or do you hide from him too

Well I tell you folks

It ain't no joke

The punchline's up to you<br />

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Thanks to Cameron MacMaster