Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Bob Dylan - Floater too much to ask ------------------------------------------ Down over the window From the dazzling sunlit rays through the back alleys, through the blinds another one of them endless days Honey bees are buzzing leaves begin to stir Iīm in love with my second cousin I tell myself I could be happy forever with her I keep listening for footsteps but I ainīt never hearing any from the boat, I fish for bullheads I catch a lot, sometimes too many A summer breeze is blowinī a squall is setting in sometimes itīs just plain stupid to get into any kind of wind Well the old men īround here sometimes they get on bad terms with the younger men, old, young, age donīt carry weight it doesnīt matter in the end One of the bossī hangers-on Sometimes comes to call At times you least expect Tryinī to bully you, strongarm you, inspire you with fear It has the opposite effect Thereīs a new grove of trees on the outskirts of town the old one is long gone 10 foot, 2 foot, 6 across Burns with the bark still on They say times are hard if you donīt believe it you can follow your nose it donīt bother me, times are hard anywhere weīll just have to see how it goes My old man, heīs like some feudal lord heīs got more lives than a cat Iīve never seen him quarrel with my mother even once things come alive or they fall flat You can smell the pine wood burninī 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 it donīt give you an appearance or a youthful touch Juliet said back to Romeo, why donīt you just shove off, if it bothers you so much They 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 Iīm not quite as cool, or forgiving as I sound Iīve 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 donīt know if they had any dreams or hopes. I had īem 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 up got to wait awhile, it can be an unpleasant task sometimes somebody wants you to give something up And tears or not, itīs too much to ask.