by Bob Dylan and Tom Petty



Don't ever try to change me,

I been in this thing too long.

There's nothin' you can say or do

To make me think I'm wrong.



Well, I'm goin' off to Libya,

There's a guy I gotta see.

He's been living there three years now,

In an oil refinery.

I've got my mind made up.

Oh, I 've got my mind made up.



Call your Ma in Tallahassee

Tell her her baby's on the line.

Tell her not to worry

Everything is gonna be fine.



Well, I gave you all my money

All my connections, too.

There ain't nothin' in this world, girl

You can say I didn't give to you.

I've got my mind made up.

I've got my mind made up.



You will be alright, girl,

Someone's watchin' over you.

He won't do nothin' to you

Baby that I wouldn't do.



Well, if you don't want to see me,

Look the other way.

You don't have to feed me,

I ain't your dog that's gone astray.

I got my mind made up

I got my mind made up

I got my mind made up

I got my mind made up

I got my mind made up