Trouble in Mind (outtake – April 30, 1979) Songtext
von Bob Dylan

I got to know, Lord, when to pull back on the reins
Death can be the result of the most underrated pain
Satan whispers to you, well, I don′t wanna bore ya
When you get tired of that Miss so-and-so, I got another woman for you

Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind
Lord, take away this trouble in mind

When the deeds that you do, they don't add up to zero
It′s what's inside that counts, ask any war hero
You think you can hide, but you're never alone
Ask a lot what he thought when, his wife turned to stone

Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind
Lord, take away this trouble in mind

Well, here comes Satan, prince of the power of the air
He′s gonna make you think you don′t exist
He's gonna make a bird′s nest in your hair
He will make you a law unto yourself
And make you worship the work of your own hands
Until you'll be serving strangers in a strange forsaken land


Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind
Lord, take away this trouble in mind

Now, your true love has caught you where you do not belong
You say, "Everybody′s doing it," so I guess it can't be wrong
The truth is far from you, so you couldn′t even lie
Then, you're all the time defending what you can never justify

Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind
Lord, take away this trouble in mind

So many of my brothers, they still want to be the boss
They can't relate to the Lord′s kingdom, they can′t relate to the cross
They self-inflict punishment on their own broken lives
Put their faith in their possessions, in their jobs, or their wives

Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind
Lord, take away this trouble in mind

When the life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke
How long must I suffer? Lord, how long must I be provoked?
Satan will give you a little taste, then, he′ll move in with rapid speed
Lord keep my blind side covered, see that I don't bleed

Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind
Lord, take away this trouble in mind