Angelina Lyrics - Bob Dylan

Well, it's always been my nature to take chances 

My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances 

Where the current is strong and the monkey dances 

To the tune of a concertina 

Blood dryin' in my yellow hair as I go from shore to shore 

I know what it is that has drawn me to your door 

But whatever it could be, makes you think you've seen me before 

Angelina 

Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina 

His eyes were two slits that would make a snake proud 

With a face that any painter would paint as he walked through the crowd 

Worshipping a god with the body of a woman well endowed 

And the head of a hyena 

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Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek? 

If you can read my mind, why must I speak? 

No, I have heard nothing about the man that you seek 

Angelina 

Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina 

In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode 

The peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed 

I was only following instructions when the judge sent me down the road 

With your subpoena 

When you cease to exist, then who will you blame? 

I've tried my best to love you, but I cannot play this game 

Your best friend and my worst enemy is one and the same 

Angelina 

Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina 

There's a black Mercedes rollin' through the combat zone 

Your servants are half dead; you're down to the bone 

Tell me, tall man, where would you like to be overthrown 

Maybe down in Jerusalem or Argentina? 

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She was stolen from her mother when she was three days old 

Now her vengeance has been satisfied and her possessions have been sold 

He's surrounded by God's angels and she's wearin' a blindfold 

And so are you, Angelina 

Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina 

I see pieces of men marching; trying to take heaven by force 

I can see the unknown rider, I can see the pale white horse 

In God's truth tell me what you want, and you'll have it of course 

Just step into the arena 

Beat a path of retreat up them spiral staircases 

Pass the tree of smoke, pass the angel with four faces 

Begging God for mercy and weepin' in unholy places 

Angelina 

Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina