Sweetheart Like You

Sweetheart Like You - Bob Dylan Cover by Hannah Jane

Singing my favourite Bob Dylan songs is one of my favourite things to do.

As a little girl I listened to his album 'Infidels' while visiting family friends - and this song made me cry. For years after - just thinking of these lyrics made me cry... And now I understand better the meaning, it makes me cry still.

Such is the power of a song. ...especially a song by a master of words.

Ever since the moment I heard this one, I wanted to sing it someday. And at last I did - and I loved it! One take one track wonder et al... good enough is reality for me - too many beautiful songs I want to cover, too many lyrics of my own I want to release into the world to allow perfectionism slow me down - besides which my overthinking does that plenty enough already!

Hope you enjoy my simple offering for what it is

x Hannah Jane

Lyrics

Well the pressure's down, the boss ain't here

He's gone North, for a while

They say that vanity got the best of him

But he sure left here in style

By the way, that's a cute hat

And that smile's so hard to resist

But what's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

You know, I once knew a woman who looked like you

She wanted a whole man, not just a half

She used to call me sweet daddy when I was only a child

You kind of remind me of her when you laugh

In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear

It's done with a flick of the wrist

What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this

You know a woman like you should be at home

That's where you belong

Taking care for somebody nice

Who don't know how to do you wrong

Just how much abuse will you be able to take

Well, there's no way to tell by that first kiss

What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this

You know you can make a name for yourself

You can hear them tires squeal

You could be known as the most beautiful woman

Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal

You know, news of you has come down the line

Even before ya came in the door

They say in your father's house, there's many a mansions

Each one of them got a fireproof floor

Snap out of it baby, people are jealous of you

They smile to your face, but behind your back they hiss

What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this

Got to be an important person to be in here, honey

Got to have done some evil deed

Got to have your own harem when you come in the door

Got to play your harp until your lips bleed

They say that patriotism is the last refuge

To which a scoundrel clings

Steal a little and they throw you in jail

Steal a lot and they make you king

There's only one step down from here, baby

It's called the land of permanent bliss

What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this

What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this