[00:00.00] 作词 : Bob Dylan
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Bob Dylan
[00:05.37] Fat man lookin’ in a blade of steel
[00:08.51] Thin man lookin’ at his last meal
[00:11.73] Hollow man lookin’ in a cottonfield
[00:14.66] For dignity
[00:18.38] Wise man lookin’ in a blade of grass
[00:21.82] Young man lookin’ in the shadows that pass
[00:24.76] Poor man lookin’ through painted glass
[00:27.99] For dignity
[00:34.03] Somebody got murdered on New Year’s Eve
[00:36.86] Somebody said dignity was the last to leave
[00:40.24] I went into the city, went into the town
[00:43.69] Went into the land of the midnight sun
[00:48.74] Searchin’ high, searchin’ low
[00:51.57] Searchin’ everywhere I know
[00:55.20] Askin’ the cops wherever I go
[00:58.23] Have you seen dignity?
[01:10.53] Blind man breakin’ out of a trance
[01:13.15] Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance
[01:16.20] Hopin’ to find one circumstance
[01:19.03] Of dignity
[01:23.13]Stranger stares down into the light
[01:25.35]From a platinum window in the Mexican night
[01:28.49]Searching every bloodsucking thing in sight
[01:31.91]For dignity
[01:35.75] I went down where the vultures feed
[01:37.96] I would’ve gone deeper, but there wasn’t any need
[01:41.09] Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
[01:44.62]They all sounded no difference to me
[01:49.66]Soul of a nation is under the knife
[01:52.38]Death is standing in the doorway of life
[01:55.41]In the next room a man fighting with his wife
[01:58.54]Over dignity

作词 : Bob Dylan
作曲 : Bob Dylan
Fat man lookin’ in a blade of steel
Thin man lookin’ at his last meal
Hollow man lookin’ in a cottonfield
For dignity
Wise man lookin’ in a blade of grass
Young man lookin’ in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin’ through painted glass
For dignity
Somebody got murdered on New Year’s Eve
Somebody said dignity was the last to leave
I went into the city, went into the town
Went into the land of the midnight sun
Searchin’ high, searchin’ low
Searchin’ everywhere I know
Askin’ the cops wherever I go
Have you seen dignity?
Blind man breakin’ out of a trance
Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance
Hopin’ to find one circumstance
Of dignity
Stranger stares down into the light
From a platinum window in the Mexican night
Searching every bloodsucking thing in sight
For dignity
I went down where the vultures feed
I would’ve gone deeper, but there wasn’t any need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
They all sounded no difference to me
Soul of a nation is under the knife
Death is standing in the doorway of life
In the next room a man fighting with his wife
Over dignity