Bob Dylan - "Trouble In Mind" lyrics

by 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 ya, "Well, I don't want to bore ya,
But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya."

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

You think you can hide but you're never alone,
When the deeds that you do don't add up to zero,
Ask Lot what he thought when his wife turned to stone.

Lord, take away this trouble in mind.
It's what's inside that counts, ask any war hero.
Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind,

Here comes Satan, prince of the power of the air,
He's gonna make you a law unto yourself, gonna build a bird's nest in your hair.
He's gonna deaden your conscience 'til you worship the work of your own hands,
You'll be serving strangers in a strange, forsaken land.

Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind,
Well, your true love has caught you where you don't belong,
Lord, take away this trouble in mind.

You say, "Baby, everybody's doing it so I guess it can't be wrong."
Then you're all the time defending what you can never justify.
The truth is far from you, so you know you got to lie,

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 self-inflict punishment on their own broken lives,
They can't relate to the Lord's kingdom, they can't relate to the cross.
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 my 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 and see that I don't bleed