Someday Baby
Written by: Bob Dylan
I don’t care what you do, I don’t care what you say
I don’t care where you go or how long you stay
Someday baby, you ain’t gonna worry po’ me anymore
Well you take my money and you turn me out
You fill me up with nothin’ but self doubt
Someday baby, you ain’t gonna worry po’ me anymore
When I was young, driving was my crave
You drive me so hard, almost to the grave
Someday baby, you ain’t gonna worry po’ me anymore
Something is the matter, my mind tied up in knots
I keep recycling the same old thoughts
Someday baby, you ain’t gonna worry po’ me anymore
So many good things in life I overlooked
I don’t know what to do now, you got me so hooked
Someday baby, you ain’t gonna worry po’ me anymore
Gonna get myself together, I’m gonna wring your neck
When all else fails I’ll make it a matter of self-respect
Someday baby, you ain’t gonna worry po’ me anymore
You can take your clothes, put ’m in a sack
You goin’ down the road, baby and you can’t come back
Someday baby, you ain’t gonna worry po’ me anymore
I try to be friendly, I try to be kind
Now I’m gonna drive you from your home, just like I was driven from mine Someday baby, you ain’t gonna worry po’ me anymore
I don’t care where you go or how long you stay
Someday baby, you ain’t gonna worry po’ me anymore
Well you take my money and you turn me out
You fill me up with nothin’ but self doubt
Someday baby, you ain’t gonna worry po’ me anymore
When I was young, driving was my crave
You drive me so hard, almost to the grave
Someday baby, you ain’t gonna worry po’ me anymore
Something is the matter, my mind tied up in knots
I keep recycling the same old thoughts
Someday baby, you ain’t gonna worry po’ me anymore
So many good things in life I overlooked
I don’t know what to do now, you got me so hooked
Someday baby, you ain’t gonna worry po’ me anymore
Gonna get myself together, I’m gonna wring your neck
When all else fails I’ll make it a matter of self-respect
Someday baby, you ain’t gonna worry po’ me anymore
You can take your clothes, put ’m in a sack
You goin’ down the road, baby and you can’t come back
Someday baby, you ain’t gonna worry po’ me anymore
I try to be friendly, I try to be kind
Now I’m gonna drive you from your home, just like I was driven from mine Someday baby, you ain’t gonna worry po’ me anymore
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