Bob Dylan

Silvio

Stake my future on a hell of a past
Looks like tomorrow is a-comin' on fast
Ain't complaining 'bout what I've got
Seen better times, but who has not

Silvio, silver and gold won't
Buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio, I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know

Honest as the next day rolling that stone
When I come a-knockin' don't throw me no bone
I'm an old boll weevil looking for a home
If you don't like it you can leave me alone

I can snap my fingers and require the rain
From a clear blue sky and turn it off again
I can stroke your body and relieve your pain
Charm the whistle off the evening train

Silvio, silver and gold won't
Buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio, I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know

Give what I got until I got no more
Take what I get 'til I even the score
You know I love you and furthermore
When it's time to go you got an open door

I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain
You give something up for everything you gain
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain
Pay for your ticket and don't complain

Silvio, silver and gold won't
Buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio, I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know

One of these days and it won't be long
Going down in the valley and sing my song
Gonna sing it loud, sing it strong
Let the echo decide it I was right or wrong

Silvio, silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio, I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know