Poor Lazarus - Bob Dylan
Written by：Trad Dylan
Oh the new sheriff sent a letter
Go out an' get me Lazarus
Dead or alive
Dead or alive
Oh the high sheriff then he wondered
Where should I find him
I don't know
Great God I just don't know
Well they found poor Lazarus
Between two mountains
An' they blowed him down
An they blowed him down
Oh they killed poor Lazarus
With a mighty number
Number fourty five
Number fourty five
An' took they poor Lazarus
To the commissary office
An' they walked away
An' they walked away
Oh Lazarus' Lazarus' sister
She come to the funeral
Lord didn't have no shoes
Didn't have no shoes
An Lazarus' his poor mother
Come a walkin' down the road
Cryin' my only son
My only son
Oh Lazarus Lazarus father
When he heard his son was a dyin'
Said Let the fool go down
Let the fool go down
Oh Captain have you heard the news
Your old men are gonna leave you
Next payday
On next payday
Oh the high sheriff told the deputy
Go out an' get me Lazarus
Dead or alive
Dead or alive
