See That My Grave Is Kept Clean

See That My Grave Is Kept Clean (干净的坟墓) - Bob Dylan

Well there's one kind of flavor I'll ask for you

Well there's one kind of flavor I'll ask for you

There's just one kind of flavor I'll ask for you

You can see that my grave is kept clean

And there's two white horses following me

And there's two white horses following me

I got two white horses following me

Waiting on my burying ground

Did you ever hear that coffin sound

Did you ever hear that coffin sound

Did you ever hear that coffin sound

Means another poor boy is under the ground

Did you ever hear them church bells toll

Did you ever hear them church bells toll

Did you ever hear them church bells toll

Means another poor boy is dead and gone

And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold

And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold

And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold

And I believe what the father told

And there's one last flavor I'll ask for you

And there's one last flavor I'll ask for you

And just one last flavor I'll ask for you

You can see that my grave is kept clean