My Woman She's A-Leavin' Songtext
von Bob Dylan

All is broken out and fighting
But she′s all right out of need
And she's already mourning my hand
She′s open as some pages, but I don't have the need
But she's already cheating my stand
Every time you morning plea
I open this heart to please
But she′s already held me in my hand


Now early in the morning, she′s a hot and a hand to hold
I'm a rolling stone of desire
Well, bless my potato, she′s hungry, but she's feeling
And she′s all mashed up like to die
But she's don′t leave me no combination
And I don't need no congregation
And she hear them preaching on the fire

Well, I had to check the pans and
Hear no bell, a ring man
Well, it ain't goodbye
Reason on the panda, mama′s kitchen on the sink, and
But she′s all messed up with desire
Well, I hate to be no streeting
But my woman, she's a-leaving
And I feel no stand, she′s no liar