4th Time Around lyrics

by Bob Dylan

When she said,
`Don`t waste your words, they`re just lies,`
I cried she was deaf.
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,
Then said, `What else you got left?`
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said, `Don`t forget,
Everybody must give something back
For something they get.`

I stood there and hummed,
I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.
And she buttoned her boot,
And straightened her suit,
Then she said, `Don`t get cute.`
So I forced my hands in my pockets
And felt with my thumbs,
And gallantly handed her
My very last piece of gum.

She threw me outside,
I stood in the dirt where ev`ryone walked.
And after finding I`d
Forgotten my shirt,
I went back and knocked.
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it,
And I tried to make sense
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
That leaned up against . . .

Her Jamaican rum
And when she did come, I asked her for some.
She said, `No, dear.`
I said, `Your words aren`t clear,
You`d better spit out your gum.`
She screamed till her face got so red
Then she fell on the floor,
And I covered her up and then
Thought I`d go look through her drawer.

And, when I was through
I filled up my shoe
And brought it to you.
And you, you took me in,
You loved me then
You didn`t waste time.
And I, I never took much,
I never asked for your crutch.
Now don`t ask for mine.