Floater (Too Much To Ask) - 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 am not 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 gone

　　10 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

　　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

　　Juliet said back to Romeo

　　Why don't you just shove off

　　If it bothers you so much

　　They all got outta here any way they could

　　Cold rain can give you the shivers

　　They went down the ohio the cumberland the tennessee

　　All the rest of them rebel rivers

　　If you ever try to interfere with me

　　Or cross my path again

　　You do so at the peril of your life

　　I'm not quite as cool or forgiving as I sound

　　I've seen enough heartache and strife

　　My grandfather was a duck trapper

　　He could do it with just dragnets and ropes

　　My grandmother could sew new dresses out of old cloth

　　I don't know if they had any dreams or hopes

　　I had once though I suppose

　　To go along with all the ring dancing

　　Christmas carols and all the christmas eves

　　I left all my dreams and hopes

　　Buried under tobacco leaves

　　Not always easy kicking someone out

　　Got to wait awhile it can be an unpleasant task

　　Sometimes somebody wants you to give something up

　　Tears or not it's too much to ask