Knocking on heavens doors
Bob Dylan rock
Ma-ma take this bad-ge from me
I can’t use it a-ny-more
It’s get-ting dark too dark to see
Feels like I’m kno-ckin’ on Hea-ven’s do-or
Knock-knock-kno-ckin’ on Hea-ven’s door
Knock-knock-kno-ckin’ on Hea-ven’s door
Knock-knock-kno-ckin’ on Hea-ven’s door
Knock-knock-kno-ckin’ on Hea-ven’s door
Ma-ma put my guns in the ground
I can’t shoot them a-ny-more
That cold black cloud is co-min’ down
Feels like I’m kno-ckin’ on Hea-ven’s door
Knock-knock-kno-ckin’ on Hea-ven’s door
Knock-knock-kno-ckin’ on Hea-ven’s door
Knock-knock-kno-ckin’ on Hea-ven’s door
Knock-knock-kno-ckin’ on Hea-ven’s door
Knock-knock-kno-ckin’ on Hea-ven’s door
Knock-knock-kno-ckin’ on Hea-ven’s door
Knock-knock-kno-ckin’ on Hea-ven’s door
Knock-knock-kno-ckin’ on Hea-ven’s door