Percy's Song

words and music by Bob Dylan

Bad news, bad news, come to me where I sleep

Turn, turn, turn again

Sayin' one of my friends is in trouble deep

Turn, turn, to the wind and the rain

Tell me the trouble, tell me once to my ears

Turn, turn, turn again

Joliet prison for ninety-nine years

Turn, turn, to the wind and the rain

A crash on the highway

threw a car into a field

Turn, turn, turn again

There were four people killed

And he was at the wheel

Turn, turn, to the wind and the rain

But I knew him as well

As I know my own self

Turn, turn, turn again

And he wouldn't harm a life

That belonged to someone else

Turn, turn, to the wind and the rain

That may be so said the judge

From the side of his mouth

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But the witness who saw it

He left little doubt

Turn, turn, to the wind and the rain

He may, he may have

A sentence to server

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But ninety-nine years

He just does not deserve

Turn, turn, to the wind and the rain

Too late, too late, for his case it is sealed

Turn, turn, turn again

A sentence, it is passed

And it can not be repealed

Turn, turn, to the wind and the rain

But he ain't no criminal

And his crime it is none

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And what happened to him

Could have happened to anyone

Turn, turn, to the wind and the rain

At that the judge jumped forward

And his face it did freeze

Turn, turn, turn again

Sayin' would you kindly leave

My office now please

Turn, turn, to the wind and the rain

I squinted my eyes and I stood up slow

Turn, turn, turn again

With no other choice except for me to go

Turn, turn, to the wind and the rain

I walked down the hall

And I heard his door slam

Turn, turn, turn again

I walked down the stairs

But I did not understand

Turn, turn, to the wind and the rain

And I played my guitar

Through the night and through the day

Turn, turn, turn again

But the only tune

That my guitar would play was oh how cruel

The Wind and the rain