TEARS OF RAGE
(Bob Dylan / Richard Manuel)
The Band - 1967


We carried you in our arms on Independence Day
And now you'd throw us all aside and put us all away  
Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun could treat a father so?  
To wait upon him hand and foot and always tell him "No"

(Chorus:)
Tears of rage, tears of grief  
Why must I always be the thief?  
Come to me now, you know we're so low
And life is brief 

It was all very painless
When you went 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  
But, oh, what kind of love is this
Which goes from bad to worse?

(Chorus)

We pointed you the way to go
And scratched your name in sand
Though you just thought it was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand  
I want you to know that while we watched
You discovered no one would be true  
And I myself was among
The ones who thought
It was just a childish thing to do

(Chorus)