Tell Me, Momma (Live at the Royal Albert Hall)

Ol' black Bascom, don't break no mirrors
Cold black water dog, make no tears
You say you love me with what may be love
Don't you remember making baby love?
Guess you got your steam drill now, and you're looking for some kid
To get it to work for you, like your nine pound hammer did

But I know that you know that I know that you show
Something is tearing up your mind

Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma, what is it?
What's wrong with you this time?

Black sunglasses came here, I don't even mind
Tombstone babes, y'all can get it done
Fool's gold in your teeth and your cemetery ear
Get outside of your graveyard lips
Yes, everybody's wondering when your friendship's gonna end
But come on, baby, I'm your friend

And I know that you know that I know that you show
Something is tearing up your mind

Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma, what is it?
What's wrong with you this time?

Oh, so pleasing that your face is red
Anything he can give you, he's almost dead
Everybody sees you on your window ledge
How long's it gonna take you to get off the edge?
You just gonna make everybody jump and roar
Now, what you wanna go and do that for?

'Cause I know that you know that I know that you show
Something is really tearing up your mind

Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma, what is it?
What's wrong with you this time?



Credits
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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