As I Went Out One Morning
Bob Dylan
As I went out one morning
To breathe the air around Tom Paine's
I spied the fairest damsel
That ever did walk in chains
I offer'd her my hand
She took me by the arm
I knew that very instant
She meant to do me harm
Depart from me this moment
I told her with my voice
Said she, but I don't wish to
Said I, But you have no choice
I beg you, sir, she pleaded
From the corners of her mouth
I'll secretly accept you
And together we'll fly south
Just then Tom Paine, himself
Came running from across the field
Shouting at this lovely girl
And commanding her to yield
As she was letting go her grip
Up Tom Paine did run
I'm sorry, sir, he said to me
I'm sorry for what she's done
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Just then Tom Paine, himself