I Wrote Mr. Tambourine Man (Live)

I Wrote Mr. Tambourine Man
 I wrote Mr. Tambourine Man, that little man ain't nothing but a thief
 But I don't care at all I was destined to be poor
 I was destined to stay in this city
 New Orleans in the morning after Mardi Gras
 Is like the sweetest hangover you ever saw
 All the buildings sag, beads hang from the trees
 In the pink sky dawn I stumbled to Lafitte's
 In the corner of the bar with a notepad and a pen
 A little hair of the dog, I wrote Mr. Tambourine Man
 When the apocalypse is over, I hope you like your job
 Ain't it a shame nobody sets anybody free anymore
 I hate a song where the singer is mad at their ex
 Cause they said they'd always love 'em now they've gone up and left
 And they complain and they whine, and they want 'em to come back home
 I say, out of seven billion people, let the ones who don't love you go
 Never trust a musician who plays with their eyes open
 All the good stuff happens when they're closed
 You gotta give yourself the shivers
 before you can give 'em to someone else
 So I wrote Mr. Tambourine Man and I left it in the dust
 The perfect song is the song that you only got to play once
 I don't wanna be no dinosaur blaming the asteroid for my strife
 I might've been born yesterday, but I've been up all night