I Wrote Mr. Tambourine Man

I Wrote Mr. Tambourine Man I wrote Mr. Tambourine Man, that little man ain't nothing but a thief But I don't care at all I was destined to be poor I was destined to stay in this city New Orleans in the morning after Mardi Gras Is like the sweetest hangover you ever saw All the buildings sag, beads hang from the trees In the pink sky dawn I stumbled to Lafitte's In the corner of the bar with a notepad and a pen A little hair of the dog, I wrote Mr. Tambourine Man When the apocalypse is over, I hope you like your job Ain't it a shame nobody sets anybody free anymore I hate a song where the singer is mad at their ex Cause they said they'd always love 'em now they've gone up and left And they complain and they whine, and they want 'em to come back home I say, out of seven billion people, let the ones who don't love you go Never trust a musician who plays with their eyes open All the good stuff happens when they're closed You gotta give yourself the shivers before you can give 'em to someone else So I wrote Mr. Tambourine Man and I left it in the dust The perfect song is the song that you only got to play once I don't wanna be no dinosaur blaming the asteroid for my strife I might've been born yesterday, but I've been up all night