Gonna Change My Way of Thinking Songtext
von Bob Dylan

Change my way of thinking, make myself a different set of rules
Gonna change my way of thinking, make myself a different set of rules
Gonna put my good foot forward, stop being influenced by fools

So much oppression, can′t keep track of it no more
So much oppression, can't keep track of it no more
Sons becoming husbands to their mothers, old men turn them young daughters into whores

Stripes on your shoulders, stripes on your back and on your hands
Stripes on your shoulders, stripes on your back and on your hands
Swords piercing your side, blood and water flowing through the land


Don′t know which is worse, doing your own thing or being cool
Don't know which one is worse, doing your own thing or being cool
You remember only about the brass ring, forget all about the golden rule

You can mislead a man, make a ribbon with your eyes
You can mislead a man, make a ribbon with your eyes
But there's only one authority and that′s the authority on high

I got a God-fearing woman, one I can easily afford
I got a God-fearing woman, one I can easily afford
She can do the Georgia crawl, she can walk in the spirit of the Lord

Jesus said, "Be ready, you know not the hour in which I come"
Jesus said, "Be ready, you know not the hour in which I come"
He said, "He who is not for Me is against Me", just so you know where He′s coming from


There's a kingdom called Heaven, a place where there is no pain of birth
There′s a kingdom called Heaven, a place where there is no pain of birth
Well, the Lord created it, mister, about the same time that He made the Earth