Jokerman (Album Version)

Written by：Bob Dylan

Standing on the water casting your bread

While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing

Distant ships sailing into the mist

You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing

Freedom just around the corner for you

But with truth so far off what good will it do

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune

Bird fly high by the light of the moon

Oh oh oh Jokerman

So swiftly the sun sets in the sky

You rise up and say goodbye to no one

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread

Both of their futures so full of dread you don't show one

Shedding off one more layer of skin

Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune

Bird fly high by the light of the moon

Oh oh oh Jokerman

You're a man of the mountains you can walk on the clouds

Manipulator of crowds you're a dream twister

You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah

But what do you care Ain't nobody there would want marry your sister

Friend to the martyr a friend to the woman of shame

You look into the fiery furnace see the rich man without any name

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune

Bird fly high by the light of the moon

Oh oh oh Jokerman

Well the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy

The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers

In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed

Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features

Resting in the fields far from the turbulent space

Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune

Bird fly high by the light of the moon

Oh oh oh Jokerman

Well the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame

Preacherman seeks the same who'll get there first is uncertain

Nightsticks and water cannons tear gas padlocks

Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain

False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin

Only a matter of time 'til the night comes stepping in

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune

Bird fly high by the light of the moon

Oh oh oh Jokerman

It's a shadowy world skies are slippery gray

A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet

He'll put the priest in his pocket put the blade to the heat

Take the motherless children off the street

And place them at the feet of a harlot

Oh Jokerman you know what he wants

Oh Jokerman you don't show any response

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune

Bird fly high by the light of the moon

Oh oh oh Jokerman