He’ll still get suspicious looks from cops at the Jersey shore.
Absolutely Sweet Marie
Written by: Bob Dylan
Well, your railroad gate, you know I just cant jump it
Sometimes it gets so hard, you see
Im just sitting here beating on my trumpet
With all these promises you left for me
But where are you tonight, sweet Marie?
Well, I waited for you when I was half sick
Yes, I waited for you when you hated me
Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic
When you knew I had some other place to be
Now, where are you tonight, sweet Marie?
Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously
But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately
Well, six white horses that you did promise
Were finlly delivered down to the penitentiary
But to live outside the law, you must be honest
I know you always say that you agree
But where are you tonight, sweet Marie?
Well, I dont know how it happened
But the riverboat captain, he knows my fate
But evrybody else, even yourself
Theyre just gonna have to wait
Well, I got the fever down in my pockets
The Persian drunkard, he follows me
Yes, I can take him to your house but I cant unlock it
You see, you forgot to leave me with the key
Oh, where are you tonight, sweet Marie?
Now, I been in jail when all my mail showed
That a man cant give his address out to bad company
And now I stand here lookin at your yellow railroad
In the ruins of your balcony
Wondring where you are tonight, sweet Marie
LOL -- good one! That whole episode moved me to tears. To think of that cop riding in a car with him for however long it took her to get back to the station and having no idea how many people would give their arm to spend some time idly chatting with him wow. And picturing him just accepting it and going along, having a new experience and being anonymous for a change double wow!"a complete unknown. Like a rolling stone."