Roll On, John (Live)

Roll On, John (Live) - Bob Dylan

Roll roll on John don't you roll so slow

How can I roll when the wheels won't roll

I asked that girl won't you be my wife

She fell on her knees she began to cry

The more she cried the worse I felt

'Til I thought my heart would melt

I looked at the sun was a-sinking low

I looked at my baby she was a-walkin' down the road

I looked at the sun Lord it was a-turning red

I looked at my baby but she bowed her head

Don't the sun look lonesome oh lord lord lord on the graveyard fence

Don't my baby look lonesome when her head is bent

Roll on John don't you roll so slow

How can I roll when the wheels won't roll

Roll on John don't you roll so slow

Baby how can I roll when the wheels won't roll