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Medicine Sunday (Take 1) - Bob Dylan
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Medicine Sunday (Take 1) Bob Dylan

Medicine Sunday (Take 1) - Bob Dylan
Well, that midnight train pulled on all down the track
You’re standing there watching, with your hands folded behind your back
And you smile so pretty, and nod to the prison guard
Well, I know you want my loving, mama but you’re so hard
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