Expecting Rain

"As great as you are, man, you'll never be greater than yourself. I told her I really didn't care." -Highwater

"Say anything you want to, I've heard it all"- Mississippi
"I ain't dead yet; my bell still rings" - ERK

Po' boy, where you been?
Already told you, won't tell you again.


Or perhaps...

I'm still a million miles from you.

"I wouldn't change a thing even if I could.
You know what they say, they say it's all good.
It's all good."

I used to care but things have changed.

Ain't talkin, just walkin'.

*As for me, im still on the road, headin' to another joint..* Tangled up in Blue..

yaaaaaay bob~~~!!

I made shoes for everyone, even you, but I ...

I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

We sit here stranded ...

Where the ways of nature will test every nerve
You won’t get anything you don’t deserve

I've got the porkchop, she got the pie
She ain't no angel and neither am I

All my loyal and much-loved companions
They approve of me and share my code
I practice a faith that's been long abandoned
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road

But me, I'm still on the road, headin' for another joint

Got all them buckets comin outta my ears...

The Times They Are A-Changin'

'I've been trying to get as far away from my self as I can'

(I know the first ten years are more or less neglectable, but are we leaving them out of this summary for a specific reason?)

Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there

There's a thief on the cross his chances are slim.

My bell still rings.

and

I'm a poet, and I know it.

My choice of autobio lines follow-couldn't just pick one. To me these all are saying the same thing about how Bob's feeling right now - Bob's been betrayed; he's hurt and bitter and wants revenge.

Well I’m grinding my life out, steady and sure
Nothing more wretched than what I must endure
I’m drenched in the light that shines from the sun
I could stone you to death for the wrongs that you done
PAY IN BLOOD


Nothing back there anyway I can call my own
Go back home, leave me alone

How I made it back home, nobody knows
or how I survived so many blows
I’ve been thru Hell, What good did it do?
You bastard!!! I’m suppose to respect you!!
I’ll give you justice, I’ll fattem your purse
Show me your moral that you reversed
Hear me holler and hear me moan
I pay in blood but not my own.
NARROW WAY

Sometimes I might get drunk
Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk

The very last thing that I'd want to do
Is say I've been doing some hard travellin' too