Bob Dylan – Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right: Lyrics and Music Video
Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right Lyrics
It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don’t know by now
An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It’ll never do somehow
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and i’ll be gone
You’re the reason i’m trav’lin’ on
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
It ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
That light i never knowed
An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
I’m on the dark side of the road
Still i wish there was somethin’ you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin’ anyway
So don’t think twice, it’s all right
So it ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
Like you never done before
It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
I can’t hear you any more
I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ walking down the road
I once loved a woman, a child i’m told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right
So long, honey baby
Where i’m bound, i can’t tell
But goodbye’s too good a word, babe
So i’ll just say fare thee well
I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind
You could have done better but i don’t mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s all right
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