Текст Jakob Dylan – Lend A Hand

Blackbird sitting on an open gate
Cattle out walking the plains
West wind blowing waist-high wheat
Sideways in the rain

Oh roll your sleeves up
Hold back the dam
Now fill these bags with sand
Every young boy, woman, and every man
Has got to lend a hand

It ain’t no wives tale
It ain’t no fable
Payback is coming around
The hourglass is sitting there on the table
Filled on both sides now

The work is potluck
Grab a hatchet
Now wear any glove that fits
You can’t take a punch
Well you might as well quit
Won’t matter how hard you hit

Roll your sleeves up
Shovel the land
Rise up and learn how to stand
Now you’re a toothless woman or a one-armed man
You too got to lend a hand

We’re losing daylight

Now when your father gets home
Gonna turn on the lights
We’re up to our throats in knives
Now his eyes will flash and his teeth will grind
He’ll say: «You’re on your own, look alive»

Suppose I quit you, my wayward tribe
Whatever would you do?
Now take me to Hades or take me to Memphis
Just don’t take me for one of you

Now roll your sleeves up
The fat lady sang
Now grab your buckets and cans
Come over the border
Your papers in order
You too got to lend a hand
Now roll your sleeves up
I’ll hold back the dam
I’ll fill these bags with sand
Every young boy, woman, every tired old man
You too got to lend a hand