Early Roman Kings ( Bob Dylan song ) Illustration for magazine My First

Early Roman Kings
Written by: Bob Dylan

			All the early Roman Kings in their sharkskin suits

Bowties and buttons, high top boots

Driving the spikes in, blazing the rails

Nailed in their coffins in top hats and tails

Fly away little bird, fly away, flap your wings

Fly by night like the early Roman Kings



All the early Roman Kings in the early, early morn’

Coming down the mountain, distributing the corn

Speeding through the forest, racing down the track

You try to get away, they drag you back

Tomorrow is Friday, we’ll see what it brings

Everybody’s talking ‘bout the early Roman Kings



They’re peddlers and they’re meddlers, they buy and they sell

They destroyed your city, they’ll destroy you as well

They’re lecherous and treacherous, hell bent for leather		

Each of them bigger than all men put together

Sluggers and muggers wearing fancy gold rings

All the women going crazy for the early Roman Kings



I'll dress up your wounds with a blood clotted rag

I ain’t afraid to make love to a bitch or a hag 

If you see me coming and you’re standing there

Wave your handkerchief in the air

I ain’t dead yet, my bell still rings

I keep my fingers crossed like the early Roman Kings



I'll strip you of life, strip you of breath

Ship you down to the house of death

One day you will ask for me

There’ll be no one else that you’ll want to see

Bring down my fiddle, tune up my strings

Gonna break it wide open like the early Roman Kings



I was up on black mountain the day Detroit fell

They killed them all off and they sent them to hell

Ding Dong Daddy, you’re coming up short

Gonna put you on trial in a Sicilian court

I’ve had my fun, I’ve had my flings

Gonna shake ‘em all down like the early Roman Kings

Early Roman Kings ( Bob Dylan song ) Illustration for magazine My First

Early Roman Kings
Written by: Bob Dylan

All the early Roman Kings in their sharkskin suits

Bowties and buttons, high top boots

Driving the spikes in, blazing the rails

Nailed in their coffins in top hats and tails

Fly away little bird, fly away, flap your wings

Fly by night like the early Roman Kings



All the early Roman Kings in the early, early morn’

Coming down the mountain, distributing the corn

Speeding through the forest, racing down the track

You try to get away, they drag you back

Tomorrow is Friday, we’ll see what it brings

Everybody’s talking ‘bout the early Roman Kings



They’re peddlers and they’re meddlers, they buy and they sell

They destroyed your city, they’ll destroy you as well

They’re lecherous and treacherous, hell bent for leather

Each of them bigger than all men put together

Sluggers and muggers wearing fancy gold rings

All the women going crazy for the early Roman Kings



I'll dress up your wounds with a blood clotted rag

I ain’t afraid to make love to a bitch or a hag

If you see me coming and you’re standing there

Wave your handkerchief in the air

I ain’t dead yet, my bell still rings

I keep my fingers crossed like the early Roman Kings



I'll strip you of life, strip you of breath

Ship you down to the house of death

One day you will ask for me

There’ll be no one else that you’ll want to see

Bring down my fiddle, tune up my strings

Gonna break it wide open like the early Roman Kings



I was up on black mountain the day Detroit fell

They killed them all off and they sent them to hell

Ding Dong Daddy, you’re coming up short

Gonna put you on trial in a Sicilian court

I’ve had my fun, I’ve had my flings

Gonna shake ‘em all down like the early Roman Kings