Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Gotta Serve Somebody by Bob Dylan (lyrics)



                                                          Gotta Serve Somebody
                                                                                       by Bob Dylan

You may be an ambassador to England or France
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You might be a socialite with a long string of pearls
But you're gonna have to serve somebody
You're gonna have to serve somebody
You're gonna have to serve somebody
 It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
but you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a rock and roll addict prancing on the stage
Might have drugs at your command, women in a cage
You may be a businessman or some high degree thief
They may call you doctor, they may call you chief
But you're gonna have to serve somebody
You're gonna have to serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
but you're gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a state trooper, you may be a young turk
You maybe on tv, or the head of some big network
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame
You may be living in another country, under another name
But you're gonna have to serve somebody
You're gonna have to serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
but you're gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a preacher with some spiritual pride
Or you may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side
You may be working in a sweatshop, maybe you can cut some hair
You might be somebody's mistress, you might be somebody's heir
 but you're gonna have to serve somebody
You're gonna have to serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
but you're gonna have to serve somebody

You might like to wear cotton, you might like to wear silk
You might like to drink whiskey, you might like to drink some milk
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to have some bread
But you might be sleeping on a cold dirt floor, or a King in a king-sized bed.
You might be heading North. You might be heading South
You might be laying up in a bed with a gun up to your mouth
You might be going nowhere, or you might have been there before
Maybe all of a sudden you don't know yourself no more
But your're gonna have to serve somebody
You're gonna have to serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
but you're gonna have to serve somebody.

We all gotta serve somebody
You and me we gotta serve somebody.


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