Losin Every Battle

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike

I haven't known peace and quiet for so long, i can't remember what it's like

There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door

You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars

After losin every battle

Idiot Wind

(Dylan)

Bob Dylan

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Weegee
Waxey Gordon 1941
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