Lyrics:

by Bob Dylan

Mm, tell mama,
Whered ya sleep last night?
Caint ya hear me cryin?
Hm, hm, hm.

Hey, tell me baby,
Whats the matter here?
Caint ya hear me cryin?
Hm, hm, hm.

Hey, stop you ol train,
Let a poor boy ride.
Caint ya hear me cryin?
Hm, hm, hm.

Hey, Mister Bartender,
I swear Im not too young.
Caint ya hear me cryin?
Hm, hm, hm.

Blow your whistle, policeman,
My poor feet are trained to run.
Caint ya hear me cryin?
Hm, hm, hm.

Long-distance operator,
I hear this poor call is on the house.
Caint ya hear me cryin?
Hm, hm, hm.

Ashes and diamonds,
The diffrence I caint see.
Caint ya hear me cryin?
Hm, hm, hm.

Mister Judge and Jury,
Caint you see the shape Im in?
Dont ya hear me cryin?
Hm, hm, hm.

Mississippi River,
You a-runnin too fast for me.
Caint ya hear me cryin?
Hm, hm, hm.