Nhạc sĩ: Bob Dylan | Lời: Bob Dylan
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
I rode out one morning,
tried to make me a friend.
I rode down to the city,
no one to offend.
But my hands,
they were dirty,
and my hair, it was messed.
I came from the east,
and I went out to the west.
It's a hard,
it's a hard,
it's a hard ground to walk.
It's hard as the nail.
It's hard as the rock.
It's hard as the sail that stands to the wind.
But they're all not as hard as the love that I'm in.
