Bob Dylan

Day Of The Locusts

Bob Dylan


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Oh, the benches were stained with tears and perspiration
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The birdies were flying from tree to tree
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There was little to say, there was no conversation
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As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree

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And the locusts sang off in the distance
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Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody
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Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance
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Yeah, the locusts sang and they were singing for me

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I glanced into the chamber where the judges were talking
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Darkness was everywhere, it smelled like a tomb
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I was ready to leave, I was already walking
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But the next time I looked there was light in the room

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And the locusts sang, yeah, it give me a chill

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Oh, the locusts sang such a sweet melody
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Oh, the locusts sang their high whining trill
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Yeah, the locusts sang and they were singing for me

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Outside of the gates the trucks were unloading
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The weather was hot, a-nearly 90 degrees
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The man standing next to me, his head was exploding
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Well, I was praying the pieces wouldn’t fall on me

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Yeah, the locusts sang off in the distance
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Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody
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Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance
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And the locusts sang and they were singing for me

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I put down my robe, picked up my diploma
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Took hold of my sweetheart and away we did drive
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Straight for the hills, the black hills of Dakota
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Sure was glad to get out of there alive

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And the locusts sang, well, it give me a chill
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Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody
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And the locusts sang with a high whining trill
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Yeah, the locusts sang and they was singing for me

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Singing for me, well, singing for me