I D Hate To Be You On That Dreadful Day lyrics

by Bob Dylan

Well, your clock is gonna stop
At Saint Peter`s gate.
Ya gonna ask him what time it is,
He`s gonna say, `It`s too late.`
Hey, hey!
I`d sure hate to be you
On that dreadful day.

You`re gonna start to sweat
And you ain`t gonna stop.
You`re gonna have a nightmare
And never wake up.
Hey, hey, hey!
I`d sure hate to be you
On that dreadful day.

You`re gonna cry for pills
And your head`s gonna be in a knot,
But the pills are gonna cost more
Than what you`ve got.
Hey, hey!
I`d sure hate to be you
On that dreadful day.

You`re gonna have to walk naked,
Can`t ride in no car.
You`re gonna let ev`rybody see
Just what you are.
Hey, hey!
I`d sure hate to be you
On that dreadful day.

Well, the good wine`s a-flowin`
For five cents a quart.
You`re gonna look in your moneybags
And find you`re one cent short.
Hey, hey, hey!
I`d sure hate to be you
On that dreadful day.

You`re gonna yell and scream,
`Don`t anybody care?`
You`re gonna hear out a voice say,
`Shoulda listened when you heard the word down there.`
Hey, hey!
I`d sure hate to be you
On that dreadful day.
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