Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Bob Dylan
One of the songs Robert Hunter wrote with Bob Dylan.
Stake my future on a hell of a pastNotes
Looks like tomorrow is coming on fast
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got
Seen better times, but who has not?
Chorus (note 1)
Silvio, silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio, I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know
Honest as the next jade rolling that stone
When I come knocking don't throw me no bone
I'm an old boll weevil looking for a home
If you don't like it you can leave me alone
I can snap my fingers and require the rain
From a clear blue sky and turn it off again
I can stroke your body and relieve your pain
And charm the whistle off an evening train
[chorus]
Give what I got until I got no more
I take what I get until I even the score
You know I love you and furthermore
When it's time to go you got an open door
I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain
You give something up for everything you gain
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain
Pay for your ticket and don't complain
[chorus]
One of these days and it won't be long
Going down in the valley and sing my song
I will sing it loud and sing it strong
Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong
[chorus]
Silvio, silver and gold
Won't warm a heart when love's grown cold
Silvio, nowhere to go
And worst of all, you told me so
Recordings | |||||
Date | Album | Recorded By | |||
1988 | Down In The Groove | Bob Dylan (note 1) |