A Lot Of People Don't Have Much

God Bless Them Pretty Women, I Wish They Was Mine, Their Breath Is As Sweet, The Dew On The Vine.

Old New York City Is A Friendly Old Town From Washington Heights To Harlem On Down There's A-mighty Many People All Millin' All Around They'll Kick You When You're Up And Knock You When You're Down It's Hard Times In The City Livin' Down In New York Town

I Been Meek, And Hard Like An Oak, I Seen Pretty People Disappear Like Smoke. Friends Will Arrive, Friends Will Disappear. If You Want Me, Honey Baby, I'll Be Here.

With Your Silhouette When The Sunlight Dims Into Your Eyes Where The Moonlight Swims, And Your Match-book Songs And Your Gypsy Hymns, Who Among Them Would Try To Impress You? -bob Dylan, "sad-eyed Lady Of The Lowlands” (1966)

I Never Could Guess Your Weight, Baby.