Early Roman Kings Bob Dylan

[Verse 1]
All the early Roman Kings in their sharkskin suits
Bowties and buttons, high top boots
Driving the spikes in, blazing the rails
Nailed in their coffins in top hats and tails

[Chorus 1]
Fly away, little bird
Fly away, flap your wings
Fly by night
Like the early Roman kings

[Verse 2]
All the early Roman Kings in the early, early morn’
Coming down the mountain, distributing the corn
Speeding through the forest, racing down the track
You try to get away, they drag you back

[Chorus 2]
Tomorrow is Friday
We’ll see what it brings
Everybody’s talking
‘Bout the early Roman kings

[Verse 3]
They’re peddlers and they’re meddlers, they buy and they sell
They destroyed your city, they’ll destroy you as well
They’re lecherous and treacherous, hell bent for leather
Each of them bigger than all men put together