Tryin’ to Get to Heaven Songtext
von Bob Dylan

The air is getting hotter
There′s a rumbling in the skies
I've been wading through the high muddy water
With the heat rising in my eyes

Everyday your memory grows dimmer
It don′t haunt me like it did before
I've been walking through the middle of nowhere
Trying to get to get to heaven before they close the door

When I was in Missouri
They would not let me be
I'd to leave there in a hurry
I only saw what they let me see

You broke the heart that loved you
Now you can seal up the book and not write anymore
I′ve been walking that lonesome valley
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door


People on the platforms
Waiting for the trains
I can hear their hearts beating
Like pendulums swinging on chains

When you think that you′ve lost everything
You find out, you can always lose a little more
I'm just going down the road, feeling bad
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door

Now I′m going down the river
Down to New Orleans
They tell me everything is gonna be alright
But I don't know what "Alright" even means

I was riding in a buggy with Miss Mary-Jane
Miss Mary-Jane got a house in Baltimore
I′ve been all around the world, boys
Now I'm trying to get to heaven before they close the door

Gonna sleep down in the parlour
And relive my dreams
I close my eyes and I wonder
If everything is as hallow as it seems


Some trains don′t pull no gamblers
No midnight ramblers like they did before
I've been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down
Now I'm trying to get to heaven before they close the door