Poor Lazarus - Bob Dylan
Where the high sheriff told his deputy
Go out and bring me lazarus
Dead or alive
Dead or alive
Well the deputy and he wondered
Where know I'd find him
I don't know
Great god I just don't know
Well they found poor lazarus
He between two mountains
Blowed him down
Great god they blowed him down
Oh they killed poor lazarus
With a mighty number
Number 45
Poor lazarus they took his body
To the commissary office
Walked away
Great god they walked away
Oh lazarus' lazarus' father
When he heard his son was a dyin'
Said let the fool go down
Let the fool go down
And lazarus' lazarus' his little sister
She could not come to the funeral
Didn't have no shoes
Lord on her feet
An' lazarus' lazarus' ol' mother
Walkin' down the road cryin'
My only son
They killed my only son
Oh captain did you hear the news
Your men are gonna leave you
Next pay day
O lord next pay day
Oh the high sheriff told the deputy
Go out an' get me lazarus
Dead or alive
Dead or alive
