Tell Me, Momma

Written by: Bob Dylan
Ol’ black Bascom, don’t break no mirrors
Cold black water dog, make no tears
You say you love me with what may be love
Don’t you remember makin’ baby love?
Got your steam drill built and you’re lookin’ for some kid
To get it to work for you like your nine-pound hammer did
But I know that you know that I know that you show
Something is tearing up your mind

Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma, what is it?
What’s wrong with you this time?

Hey, John, come and get me some candy goods
Shucks, it sure feels like it’s in the woods
Spend some time on your January trips
You got tombstone moose up and your grave-yard whips
If you’re anxious to find out when your friendship’s gonna end
Come on, baby, I’m your friend!
And I know that you know that I know that you show
Something is tearing up your mind

Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma, what is it?
What’s wrong with you this time?

Ohh, we bone the editor, can’t get read
But his painted sled, instead it’s a bed
Yes, I see you on your window ledge
But I can’t tell just how far away you are from the edge
And, anyway, you’re just gonna make people jump and roar
Watcha wanna go and do that for?
For I know that you know that I know that you know
Something is tearing up your mind

Ah, tell me, momma
Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma, what is it?
What’s wrong with you this time?

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