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Another cold dayThree weeks in a rowI spend more time getting dressed thanWhere it is I goThere are people on the streetsShaking out their handsSome to say hello othersStay as warm as they canI'm stopping inFor a hot cup of coffeeWith an old bum who saysHe could've been james deanNow the chief of policeHas asked him to leaveI say no, no, noThis man's with meHe makes me laughHe makes me smileAnd sometimes I cryAnd he wrecks my mindWith a simple smileSometimes I believe in God for a whileNow I give a nod to lucyShe knows my nameI've been around alot here latelyWow...someone knows my nameThere's dylan on the jukeboxA song from highway 61James says he knows dylanThat he wrote this one(chorus)James has got a real nameBut he prefers jamesIt reminds him of his youthWhen he had a body just like yoursHe says no one ever gives a damnUnless they've got something to sellIt's a long way backWhen you've fallen through hellI'm stopping inFor a hot cup of coffeeWith an old bum who saysHe could've been james deanThe chief of policeHas asked him to leaveAnd he whispers to meAs he tugs on my sleeveYou make me laughYou make me smileAnd sometimes I cryBut you never wrecked my mindWith a simple smileSometimes I believe in God for a while