The Times They Are A-Changin'

The Bob Dylan classic, done in the Hitman Blues Band style. This song is as relevant now as it was the day it was written.

 

Come gather 'round people, wherever you roam
Admit that the waters around you have grown
Accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
If time to you is worth saving
You better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone
The times, they are a-changin'

Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon, for the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who that it's namin'
For the loser now will be later to win
The times, they are a-changin'

Congressmen, senators, please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
There's a fire outside and it's ragin'
Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
The times, they are a-changin'

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly aging
Please get out of the new one if you won't lend your hand
The times, they are a-changin'


 

© 1963 Robert Dylan / All Rights Reserved


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