Released: June 26, 1975
Songwriter: Bob Dylan Richard Manuel
Producer: Bob Dylan The Band
We carried you in our arms on Independence Day
And now you'd throw us all aside and put us on our way
Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun would treat a father so
To wait upon him hand and foot, yet always answer no?
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one who must be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
And life is brief
It was all pointed out the way to go and scratched your name in sand
Though you just thought that it was nothing more than a place for you to stand
Now I want you to know that while you were watched, discovered that there was no one true
That I myself really thought
It was just a childish thing to do
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one who must be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
And life is brief
It was all very, very painless when you ran out to receive
All that false instruction which we never could believe
And now the heart is filled with gold as if it was a purse
Oh, but what kind of love is this which goes from bad to worse?
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one who must be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
And life is brief
And now you'd throw us all aside and put us on our way
Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun would treat a father so
To wait upon him hand and foot, yet always answer no?
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one who must be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
And life is brief
It was all pointed out the way to go and scratched your name in sand
Though you just thought that it was nothing more than a place for you to stand
Now I want you to know that while you were watched, discovered that there was no one true
That I myself really thought
It was just a childish thing to do
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one who must be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
And life is brief
It was all very, very painless when you ran out to receive
All that false instruction which we never could believe
And now the heart is filled with gold as if it was a purse
Oh, but what kind of love is this which goes from bad to worse?
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one who must be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
And life is brief
more tracks from the album
The Basement Tapes
- Tears of Rage
- Tiny Montgomery
- Don’t Ya Tell Henry
- Nothing Was Delivered
- Open the Door, Homer
- This Wheel’s on Fire
- Orange Juice Blues (Blues for Breakfast)
- Katie’s Been Gone
- Yazoo Street Scandal
- Bessie Smith
- Long Distance Operator
- Ain’t No More Cane
- Yea! Heavy and a Bottle of Bread
- You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere
- Crash on the Levee (Down in the Flood)
- Odds and Ends
- Million Dollar Bash
- Goin’ to Acapulco
- Lo and Behold!
- Clothes Line Saga
- Apple Suckling Tree
- Please, Mrs. Henry
- Too Much of Nothing
- Ruben Remus
From the album
- The Basement Tapes (1975)
Bob Dylan & The Band popular songs
- You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere
- This Wheel’s on Fire
- Tears of Rage
- Katie’s Been Gone
- Yazoo Street Scandal
- Orange Juice Blues (Blues for Breakfast)
- Bessie Smith
- Long Distance Operator
- Ruben Remus
- Crash on the Levee (Down in the Flood)
- Odds and Ends
- Million Dollar Bash
- Goin’ to Acapulco
- Lo and Behold!
- Clothes Line Saga
- Apple Suckling Tree
- Please, Mrs. Henry
- Too Much of Nothing
- Yea! Heavy and a Bottle of Bread
- Ain’t No More Cane
- Tiny Montgomery
- Don’t Ya Tell Henry
- Nothing Was Delivered
- Open the Door, Homer