High water risin’, the shacks are slidin’ down. Folks lose their possessions — folks are leaving town. Bertha Mason shook it — broke it, then she hung it on a wall. Says, "'You’re dancin’ with whom they tell you to or you don’t dance at all." It’s tough out there. High water everywhere.
I got a cravin’ love for blazing speed. Got a hopped-up Mustang Ford. Jump into the wagon, love, throw your panties on the board. I can write you poems, make a strong man lose his mind. I’m no pig without a wig. I hope you treat me kind. Things are breakin’ up out there. High water everywhere. -- Bob Dylan - High Water: For Charlie Patton (2001), vers 2 og 3
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