orange juice blues blues for breakfast

Bob Dylan

(by Richard Manuel.)

I had a hard time waking this morning
I got a lotta things on my mind
Like those friends of yours
They keep bringing me down
Just hangin round all the time

I ve had a hard time waking most mornings
And it s been that way for a month or more
You ve had things your way
But now I ve got to say
I m on my way out the door

Chorus:
Why don t you get right, try to get right, baby
You haven t been right with me, why don t you get right?
Try and get right, baby, don t you remember how it used to be?

You had a hard time waking this morning
And I can see it in your empty eyes
But there s no need for talking
Or walking round the block
Just to figure out the reason why

I have a hard time handing out warnings
I ll just slide on out the door
Cuz I m tired of everything
Being beautiful, beautiful
And I ain t coming back no more