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Written by Bob Dylan. This is The Byrds' version.
Come gather round people where ever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin^?
Then you better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a changin
Come writers and critics who prophecies with your pen
And keep your eyes open the chance won't come again
And watch what you say for the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin who that it's namein
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a changin
Come senators congressmen please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside and it's ragin
Will rattle our windows and shake down your walls
For the times they are a changin
Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a changin
Enjoy!
