Bob Dylan

Spanish Harlem Incident # 3 Songtext / Lyric


Bob Dylan - Spanish Harlem Incident # 3 Songtext


Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem

Cannot hold you to its heat

Your temperature is too hot for taming

Your flaming feet are burning up the street



I am homeless, come and take me

To reach of your rattling drums

Let me know babe, all about my fortune

Down along my restless palms






Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed

I have fallen far beneath

Your pearly eyes, so fast an' slashing

An' your flashing diamond teeth



The night is pitch black, come an' make my

Pale face fit into place, oh, please

Let me know, babe, I'm nearly drowning

If it's you my lifelines trace



I been wondering all about me

Ever since I seen you there

On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding

I know I'm 'round you but I don't know where



You have slayed me, you have made me

I got to laugh halfways off my heels

I got to know, babe, ah will you surround me

So I can know if I am really real

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