I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, poisoned in the bushes, blown out on the trail; hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn,
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give ya shelter from the storm.”
Bob Dylan
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, poisoned in the bushes, blown out on the trail; hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn,
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give ya shelter from the storm.”
Bob Dylan
