The French Girls And The Wine
From the first we knew of you/You had a soul of deepest blue/Man you were one of those/Takes it further than it goes/The drunken Romeo/Women came and then they’d go/The gambler dressed up for the night/The bar-room smashed up in the fight/El Lobo shot up in the rain/The hobo never caught the train
But I’m with you in summertime/With the French girls and the wine/We had come to see the man/Bobby Dylan and The Band/And when he played your favourite song/You closed your eyes you
sang along/Your days seemed captured in his lines/One too many mornings and a thousand miles behind
Too many mornings turned to years/Too many warnings on deaf ears/Old friends move along/And a girl long gone /One night they put you in a cab/Your head bowed down and you looked bad/A lonely heart went out alone/Closing time there on your own
But I’m with you in summertime/With the French girls and the wine/We had come to see the man/Bobby Dylan and The Band
The wanted poster on your door/The licquor bottles on your floor/A fatal slavery in the veins/A desperado held in chains/And when they laid you in the ground/Big crowd of old friends gathered round/Then his song for you was song/Forever Young/ For ever and ever young/Forever….