Someday, Baby

Bob Dylan

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    I don't care what you do, I don't care what you say,
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    I don't care where you go, or how long you stay,
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   someday, baby, you ain't gonna worry poor me any more.

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    Well, you take my money and you turn me out,
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    you fill me up with nothin' but self doubt,
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   someday, baby, you ain't gonna worry poor me any more.

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    When I was young, driving was my crave,
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    you drive me so hard, almost to the grave,
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   someday, baby, you ain't gonna worry poor me any more.

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    I'm so hard pressed, my mind tied up in knots,
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    I keep recycling the same old thoughts,
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   someday, baby, you ain't gonna worry poor me any more.

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    So many good things in life that I overlooked,
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    I don't know what to do now, baby, you got me so hooked,
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   someday, baby, you ain't gonna worry poor me any more.

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    Well, I don't want to brag, but I'm gonna wring your neck,
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    when all else fails, I'll make it a matter of self respect,
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   someday, baby, you ain't gonna worry poor me any more.

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    You can take your clothes, put 'em in a sack,
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    youre goin' down the road, baby, and you can't come back,
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   someday, baby, you ain't gonna worry poor me any more.

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    I tried to be friendly, I tried to be kind,
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    I'm gonna drive you from your home, just like I was driven from mine,
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   someday, baby, you ain't gonna worry poor me any more.

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    Living this way ain't a natural thing to do,
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    why was I born to love you?
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   someday, baby, you ain't gonna worry poor me any more.