by Bob Dylan and Robert Hunter



Stake my future on a hell of a past

Looks like tomorrow is coming on fast

Ain't complaining 'bout what I 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 jade rolling that stone

When I come knocking 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

And charm the whistle off an evening train



I give what I got until I got no more

I take what I get until 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



One of these days and it won't be long

Going down in the valley and sing my song

I will sing it loud and sing it strong

Let the echo decide if 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