Bob Dylan – You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go: Lyrics and Music Video
You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go Lyrics
I’ve seen love go by my door
It’s never been this close before
Never been so easy or so slow
I’ve been shooting in the dark too long
When something not right it’s wrong
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.
Dragon clouds so high above
I’ve only known careless love
It’s always hit me from below
This time around it’s more correct
Right on target so direct
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.
Purple clover queen anne lace
Crimson hair across your face
You could make me cry if you don’t know
Can’t remember what i was thinking of
You might be spoiling me too much love
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.
Flowers on the hillside blooming crazy
Crickets talking back and forth in rhyme
Blue river running slow and lazy
I could stay with you forever
And never realize the time.
Situations have ended sad
Relationship have all been bad
Mine’ve been like verlaine’s and rimbaud
But there’s no way i can compare
All those scenes to this affair
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.
Yer gonna make me wonder what i’m doing
Staying far behind without you
Yer gonna make me wonder what i’m saying
Yer gonna make me give myself a good talking to.
I’ll look for you in old honolulu
San francisco, ashtabula
Yer gonna have to leave me now i know
But i’ll see you in the sky above
In the tall grass in the ones i love
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.
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