Chimes Of Freedom
Man Of Peace
Songs Of Freedom
The Songs Of Bob Dylan
Man Of Peace
( Bob Dylan )
Performed by Joe Perry
Look out'chor window babe there's a scene you'd like to catch
The band is playin' Dixie a man got his hand outstretched
Could be a faker could be the local priest
Ya know... sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace
He got the... sweet gift of gab and he got a harmonious tongue
He... knows every song of love that ever has been sung
Good intentions can be evil both hands be full of grease
You know... sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace
Well... first he's in the background and then he's in the front
Both eyes are lookin' like they're on a rabbit hunt
Nobody can see through him no not even the chief of police
Ya know... sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace... wooh wooh wooh wooh
He can be fascinatin' he can be dull
He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull
I can smell somethin' cookin' I can tell there's goin' be a feast
You know... sometimes Satan come as a man of peace... oh yeah
He'd catch'choo when you're hopin' for a glimpse of the sun
He'd catch'choo when your troubles feel like they weigh a ton
He could be standin' next to you the person that'choo notice least
I hear... sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace
He's a... great humanitarian he's a great philanthropist
He knows where to touch'cha honey and how you like to be kissed
He'll put both arms around you
You can feel the tender touch of the beast
You know... sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace
Well... the howlin' wolf will howl tonight the king snake will crawl
The trees that stood for a thousand years well... suddenly will fall
Wanna get married... do it now... tomorrow all activity will cease
Ya know... sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace
Somewhere mama's weepin' for her blue-eyed boy
She's holdin' them little white shoes and a little broken toy
And he's following a star
The same one that the three men followed from the east
I hear... sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace... oh yeah
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