Bob Dylan - Quit Your Low Down Ways Lyrics
Oh, you can read out your bible,You can fall down on your knees, pretty mama,And pray to the lordBut it aint gonna do no good.Youre gonna needYoure gonna need my help somedayWell, if you cant quit your sinninPlease quit your low down ways.Well, you can run down to the white house,You can gaze at the capitol dome, pretty mama,You can pound on the presidents gateBut you oughta know by now its gonna be too late.Youre gonna needYoure gonna need my help somedayWell, if you cant quit your sinninPlease quit your low down ways.Well, you can run down to the desert,Throw yourself on the burning sand.You can raise up your right hand, pretty mama,But you better understand you done lost your one good man.Youre gonna needYoure gonna need my help somedayWell, if you cant quit your sinninPlease quit your low down ways.And you can hitchhike on the highway,You can stand all alone by the side of the road.You can try to flag a ride back home, pretty mama,But you cant ride in my car no more.Youre gonna needYoure gonna need my help somedayWell, if you cant quit your sinninPlease quit your low down ways.Oh, you can read out your bible,You can fall down on your knees, pretty mama,And pray to the lordBut it aint gonna do no good.Youre gonna needYoure gonna need my help somedayWell, if you cant quit your sinninPlease quit your low down ways.
