The Six Strings That Drew Blood lyrics

by

Bob Dylan


[Verse 1]
Guitar thug blew into town
His eyes like wheels spinnin' round
j*rkin-off at every sound
Layin' all his crosses down
O yeah
He Got Six Strings
The Six Strings that drew blood

[Verse 2]
The bar is full of Holy-Joes
A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Around the neck of our consumptive rose
Is the root of all his sorrows
O yeah
He got Six Strings
Six Strings that drew blood
A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Six Strings that drew blood

[Verse 3]
In the bathroom under cover
He turns on one tap to discover
He's smashed his teeth out on the other
Well he look in the mirror and say
Don't f*ck me brother
Cause I got Six Strings
Six Strings that drew blood
[Verse 4]
Numbin' the runt of reputation they call rat fame
Top-E as a tourniquet
A low tune whistles across his grave
Forever the master and the slave of his Six Strings
A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Six Strings that drew blood
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