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Your footman barred me from the door Said I couldn't see you no more What's with this bureaucracy When I filled the forms you left for me He's a loyal man who waits for you Where loyalty is such taboo Sixteen keyholes in one straight line I look through them from time to time The weather down your end looks fine But the forecast's grim down mine I'm no gamble better understand I like to know the story plan People say I got no sense But I'm waiting for an audience with you And all the wrestlers you've employed And all the boys with whom you toyed You tell me please don't get annoyed You're behaving like some Helen of Troy I don't care for original sin

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John Wesley Harding

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Sings to a Small Guitar, Vol. 2