Neal Casal Too Much To Ask
Words and music by Bob Dylan
Down over the window
From the dazzling sunlit place
Through the back alleys, through the blinds
Another one of the Memphis days
Honey bees are buzzing
Leaves begin to stir
I'm in love with my second cousin
I tell myself I could be happy forever with her
I keep listening for footsteps
But I ain't never hearing any
From the boat, I fish for bullheads
I catch a lot, sometimes too many
A summer breeze is blowin'A squall is setting in
Sometimes it's just plain stupid
To get into any kind of wind
Well the old men 'round here
Sometimes they get on bad terms
With the younger men, Old, young, age don't carry weight
It doesn't matter in the end
One of the boss' hangers-on
Sometimes comes to call
At times you least expect
Tryin' to bully you, strongarm you, Inspire you with fear
It has the opposite effect
There's a new grove of trees on the outskirts of town
The other one is long gone10 foot, 2 foot, 6 across
Burns with the bark still on
They say times are hard
If you don't believe it you can follow your nose
It don't bother me, times are hard anywhere
We'll just have to see how it goes
My old man, he's like some feudal lord
He's got more lives than a cat
I've never seen him quarrel with my mother even once
Things come alive or they fall flat
You can smell the pine wood burnin'You can hear the school bell ring
Got to get up near the teacher, if you can
If you wanna learn anything
Romeo, he said to Juliet, you got a poor complexion
That don't give your appearance a very youthful touch
