Lyrics Bob Dylan – Positively 4th Street

You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down you just stood there grinning
You got a lotta nerve

You say I let you down
You know it’s not like that
If you’re so hurt why then don’t you show it
You say you lost your faith
But that’s not where it’s at
You had no faith to lose and you know it

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd you’re in with
Do you take me for such a fool
To think I’d make contact
With the one who tries to hide what he don’t know to begin with

You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, «How are you? Good luck»
But you don’t mean it
When you know as well as me
You’d rather see me paralyzed
Why don’t you just come out once and scream it

No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief perhaps I’d rob them
And now I know you’re dissatisfied
With your position and your place

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment I could be you
Yes I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is to see you