Bob Dylan, Percy’s Song

Bob Dylan, Percy’s Song

Bad news, bad news came to me where I sleep
Turn, turn, turn again
Sayin’ one of your friends is in trouble deep
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

Tell me the trouble, tell me once to my ear
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Joliet prison and ninety-nine years
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

Oh what’s the charge of how this came to be?
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Manslaughter in the highest of degrees
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I sat down and wrote the best words I could write
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Explaining to the judge I’d be there on Wednesday night
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Without a reply I left by the moon
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And was in his chambers by the next afternoon
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Could you tell me the facts, I said without fear
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That a friend of mine would get ninety-nine years
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

A crash on the highway flew the car to a field
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There was four persons killed and he was at the wheel
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But I know him as good as I’m knowin’ myself
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And he wouldn’t harm a life that belonged to someone else
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The judge he spoke out of the side of his mouth
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Sayin’, “The witness who saw he left no doubt”
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That may be true, he’s got a sentence to serve
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But ninety-nine years, he just don’t deserve
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Too late, too late for his case it is sealed
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His sentenced is passed and it cannot be repealed
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But he ain’t no criminal and his crime it is none
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What happened to him could happen to anyone
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And at that the judge jerked forward and his face it did freeze
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Sayin’, “Could you kindly leave my office now, please”
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

The room was funny and I stood up so slow
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With no other choice except for to go
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

I walked down the hallway and I heard his door slam
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I walked down the courthouse stairs and I did not understand
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

And I played my guitar through the night to the day
Turn, turn, turn again
And the only tune my guitar could play
Was, “Oh the cruel rain and the wind”