Matchbox Bob Dylan (Ft. Johnny Cash)

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Well I'm sitting here wondering
Will a matchbox hold my clothes
Yeah I'm sitting here wondering
Will a matchbox hold my clothes

I ain't got no matches, but I got a long way to go
I'm an ol' poor boy and a long way from home
I'm an ol' poor boy and a long way from home

Guess I'll never be happy, everything I do is wrong, yeah
Well let me be your little dog, 'till your big dog comes
Let me be your little dog, 'till your big dog comes
When the big dog gets here, tell him what this little puppy done

Yeah I'm sitting here wondering
Will a matchbox hold my clothes
Yeah I'm sitting here wondering
Will a matchbox hold my clothes
I got no matches, got a long way to go
Let 'er go boy, go-go

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