Doctor, doctor, tell me the time of day Another bottle's empty Another penny spent He turned around and he slowly walked away They shot him in the back and down he went
Shine your light, move it on, you burn so bright, roll on John From the Liverpool docks to the red light Hamburg streets Down in the quarry with the Quarrymen. Playing to the big crowds Playing to the cheap seats Another day in your life until your journey's end Shine your light, move it on, you burn so bright, roll on John
Sailing through the tradewinds Bound for the sun Rags on your back just like any other slave They tied your hands and they clamped your mouth Wasn't no way out of that deep dark cave
Shine your light, move it on, you burn so bright, roll on John I heard the news today, oh boy They hauled your ship up on the shore Now the city's gone dark There is no more joy They tore the heart right out and cut it to the core
Shine your light, move it on, you burn so bright, roll on John Put on your bags and get ‘em packed. Leave right now you won't be far from hine The sooner you go, the quicker you'll be back You've been cooped up on an island far too long
Shine your light, move it on, you burn so bright, roll on John Slow down you're moving too fast Come together right now over me Your bones are weary You're about to breathe your last Lord, you know how hard that it can be
Shine your light, move it on, you burn so bright, roll on John Roll on John, roll through the rain and snow Take the righthand road and go where the buffalo roam They'll trap you in an ambush before you know Too late now to sail back home
Shine your light, move it on, you burn so bright, roll on John Tyger, Tyger burning bright I pray the lord my soul to keep In the forest of the night Cover him over and let him sleep Shine your light, move it on, you burn so bright, roll on John.
Compositor: Robert Dylan (SESAC)Editor: Special Rider Music (SESAC)Administração: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCECAD verificado obra #17340139 em 13/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM