Bob Dylan – Baby, Let Me Follow You Down: Lyrics and Music Video
Baby, Let Me Follow You Down Lyrics
I first heard this from ric von schmidt.
He lives in cambridge.
Ric is a blues guitar player.
I met him one day on
The green pastures of the harvard university.
Baby let me follow you down,
Baby let me follow you down
Well i’ll do anything in this god almighty world
If you just let me follow you down.
Can i come home with you,
Baby can i come home with you ?
Yes i’ll do anything in this god almighty world
If you just let me come home with you.
Baby let me follow you down,
Baby let me follow you down
Well i’ll do anything in this god almighty world
If you just let me follow you down.
Yes i’ll do anything in this god almighty world
If you just let me follow you down.
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