Kicking Against the Pricks

And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties And where will she go and what shall she do When midnight comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's gown And

As I walk these narrow streets Where a million passin feet have trod before me With my guitar in my hand Suddenly I realize nobody knows me Where yesterday the multitude Screamed and cried my name out for a song Today the streets are empty And the cr

Look-a look-a yonder Look-a look-a yonder Look-a look-a yonder Well the sun done gone The captain can't hold her The captain can't hold her The captain can't hold her The way I do now Ada got a gold mine Ada got a gold mine Ada got a gold mine Way ab

Yeah, my baby left me this morning And I don't care now, I don't care what the people say Yeah, I did everything that I could, everything I could, Lord knows I did everything I could I tried to satisfy her worried mind, that's what I did You know she