Trouble in Mind Akkorde von
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan

N/A265 Aufrufe
Tonart: E minor
Intro 1
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I got to know, Lord,
Verse 1
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when to pull back on the reins,
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Death can be the result of
the most underrated pain.
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Satan whispers to ya, "Well,
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I don't want to bore ya,
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But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so
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I I I got another woman for ya."
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Trouble in mind,
Verse 2
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Lord, trouble in mind,
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Lord, take away this trouble in
mind.
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Verse 3
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When the deeds that you do
don't add up to zero,
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It's what's inside that counts,
ask any war hero.
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You think you can hide but
you're never alone,
Ask Lot what he thought when
his wife turned to stone.
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Trouble in mind,
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Lord,
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trouble in mind,
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Lord, take away this trouble in mind.
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Verse 5
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Here comes Satan,
prince of the power of the air,
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He's gonna make you a law unto yourself,
gonna build a bird's nest in your hair.
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He's gonna deaden your conscience 'til you
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worship the work of your own hands,
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You'll be serving strangers in a strange,
forsaken land.
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Trouble in mind,
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Lord,
trouble in mind,
Lord, take away this trouble
Interlude 1
in mind.
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Well, your true love has caught
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you
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where you don't belong,
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You say, "Baby, everybody's doing it
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so I guess it can't be wrong."
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The truth is far from you,
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so you know you got to lie,
Then you're all the time defending
what you can never justify.
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Trouble in mind, Lord,
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trouble in mind,
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Lord, take away this trouble in mind.
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Verse 9
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So many of my brothers,
they still want to be the boss,
They can't relate to the Lord's kingdom,
they can't relate to the cross.
They self-inflict punishment punishment
on their own broken lives,
Put their faith in their possessions,
in their jobs or their wives.
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Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind,
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Lord, take away this trouble in mind.
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Verse 11
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When my life is over,
it'll be like a puff of smoke,
How long must I suffer, Lord,
how long must I be provoked?
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Satan will give you a little taste,
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then he'll move in with rapid speed,
Outro 1
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Lord keep my blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.
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