Lyrics
One more thin gypsy thief, your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
It s four in the morning, the end of december
The end of december, that night that you planned to go clear
What can i possibly say, and jane came by with a lock of you hair
One more thin gypsy thief, and i hear that you re building your little house deep in the desert
And jane came by with a lock of you hair, it s four in the morning
She said that you gave it to her, and when she came back she was nobody s wife
She said that you gave it to her, and what can i tell you my brother
And when she came back she was nobody s wife, and jane came by with a lock of you hair
your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
i see jane s awake
and jane came by with a lock of you hair
It was there for good, that night that you planned to go clear Baez, that night that you planned to go clear
And i m writing you now just to see if you re better, and i m writing you now just to see if you re better, and i m writing you now just to see if you re better
Guess that i never tried, and i m writing you now just to see if you re better, new york is cold but i like where i m living
I guess that i miss you, there s music on clinton street all through the evening
the last time i saw you
You looked so much older, it s four in the morning
What can i possibly say, and i m writing you now just to see if you re better
that night that you planned to go clear
and i hear that you re building your little house deep in the desert
i see jane s awake
there s music on clinton street all through the evening
She said that you gave it to her, she said that you gave it to her, and jane came by with a lock of you hair
It s four in the morning, new york is cold but i like where i m living, i see you there with a rose in your teeth
And i m glad you stood in my way, and you treated my woman to flake of your life, the last time i saw you
And jane came by with a lock of you hair, and i hear that you re building your little house deep in the desert, the end of december
It was there for good, but you came home without lili marlene Baez, the last time i saw you
She said that you gave it to her, there s music on clinton street all through the evening
