[00:00.00] LONG TIME GONE
[00:02.82](Bob Dylan; revised wording and arrangement by O.V. Michaelsen)
[00:04.53]My parents raised me tenderly, I was their only son;
[00:10.35]My mind got mixed with wanderin' when I was much too young.
[00:15.36]Was just a kid of thirteen years when I first left my home;
[00:20.13]Been a long time comin', Ma, I'll be a long time gone.
[00:30.45]On a road through south New Mexico, in the dust and rolling sage,
[00:36.15]I thought I'd try to find some work, but they said I was young of age.
[00:43.71]My eyes, they burned, when I heard, “Go home where you belong.�?
[01:08.22]Been a long time comin' and I'll be a long time gone.
[01:57.33]Many times by the highway side I tried to flag a ride.
[02:02.85]With bloodshot eyes and gritting teeth, I'd watch the cars roll by.
[02:07.83]In the empty air, my only guide, I traveled on alone,
[02:14.16]Been a long time comin' and I'll be a long time gone.
[02:22.62]You might see me on your crossroads, when I'll be passing through,
[02:29.07]And dream you'll one day follow as I drift beyond your view,
[02:35.76]Destined for a journey that will never lead me home—
[02:40.50]Been a long time comin' and I'll be a long time gone.
[02:48.66]If I could help one drifter on this long, relentless road,
[02:54.00]I'd warn him of its random ways and the dangers it might hold,
[03:00.27]But I know I ain't no prophet and I ain't no prophet's son —
[03:06.36]Just a long time comin' and I'll be a long time gone.
[03:14.58]So you can have your beauty when skin-deep, it only lies,
[03:20.25]And you can have your youthhood, it will fade before your eyes.
[03:28.44]When my roving days are through, just carve upon my stone:
[03:31.92]“Been a long time comin' and I'll be a long time gone.�?

LONG TIME GONE
(Bob Dylan; revised wording and arrangement by O.V. Michaelsen)
My parents raised me tenderly, I was their only son;
My mind got mixed with wanderin' when I was much too young.
Was just a kid of thirteen years when I first left my home;
Been a long time comin', Ma, I'll be a long time gone.
On a road through south New Mexico, in the dust and rolling sage,
I thought I'd try to find some work, but they said I was young of age.
My eyes, they burned, when I heard, “Go home where you belong.�?
Been a long time comin' and I'll be a long time gone.
Many times by the highway side I tried to flag a ride.
With bloodshot eyes and gritting teeth, I'd watch the cars roll by.
In the empty air, my only guide, I traveled on alone,
Been a long time comin' and I'll be a long time gone.
You might see me on your crossroads, when I'll be passing through,
And dream you'll one day follow as I drift beyond your view,
Destined for a journey that will never lead me home—
Been a long time comin' and I'll be a long time gone.
If I could help one drifter on this long, relentless road,
I'd warn him of its random ways and the dangers it might hold,
But I know I ain't no prophet and I ain't no prophet's son —
Just a long time comin' and I'll be a long time gone.
So you can have your beauty when skin-deep, it only lies,
And you can have your youthhood, it will fade before your eyes.
When my roving days are through, just carve upon my stone:
“Been a long time comin' and I'll be a long time gone.�?