Bob Dylan - "I'd Hate To Be You On That Dreadful Day" lyrics

by Bob Dylan

At Saint Peter's gate.
Well, your clock is gonna stop
He's gonna say, "It's too late."
Ya gonna ask him what time it is,
Hey, hey!
I'd sure hate to be you
You're gonna start to sweat
On that dreadful day.

And you ain't gonna stop.
You're gonna have a nightmare
And never wake up.
Hey, hey, hey!
I'd sure hate to be you
On that dreadful day.

You're gonna cry for pills
And your head's gonna be in a knot,
Than what you've got.
But the pills are gonna cost more
I'd sure hate to be you
Hey, hey!

Can't ride in no car.
On that dreadful day.
You're gonna have to walk naked,
You're gonna let ev'rybody see
Just what you are.
I'd sure hate to be you
Hey, hey!
On that dreadful day.
For five cents a quart.

Well, the good wine's a-flowin'
And find you're one cent short.
You're gonna look in your moneybags
Hey, hey, hey!
I'd sure hate to be you

On that dreadful day.
You're gonna yell and scream,
"Don't anybody care'"
You're gonna hear out a voice say,
I'd sure hate to be you
"Shoulda listened when you heard the word down there."
Hey, hey!
On that dreadful day