I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, poisoned in the bushes,blown out on the trail; hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn,”Come in,” she said, “I’ll give ya shelter from the storm.”

“I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, poisoned in the bushes,blown out on the trail; hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn,”Come in,” she said, “I’ll give ya shelter from the storm.””

Bob Dylan