The Byrds Nothing Was Delivered by Bob Dylan
Nothing was deliverd and I tell this truth to you
Not out of spite or anger but simply 'cause it's true
Now you must provide some answers for what you sell was not received
And the sooner you come up with it then the sooner you can leave
Nothing is better, nothing is best
Take care of your health and get plenty of rest
Nothing was delivered and it's up to you to say
Just what you had in mind when you made everybody pay
Now I hope you won't object to this giving back all that you owe
But the sooner you come up with it then the sooner you can go
Nothing is better, nothing is best
Take care of your health and get plenty of rest
No nothing was deliverd, I can't say I sympathize
With what your fate is goin' to be yes for telling all those lies
No nothing was delivered yes and someone must explain
But as long as it takes to do this then that's how long that you
remain
Nothing is better, nothing is best
Take care of your health and get plenty of rest
>From The Sweetheart Of The Rodeo LP
Byrds She Don't Care About Time written by Gene Clark
Hallways and staircases everyday to climb
To go up to my white walled room oh the end of time
Where I can be with my love for she is all that is mine
And she'll always be there my love don't care about time
I laugh with her cry with her hold her close she is mine
The way she tells me of her love and never is she trying
She don't have to be assured of many good things to find
And she'll always be there my love don't care about time
Her eyes are dark and deep with love her hair hangs long and fine
She walks with ease and all she sees is never wrong or right
And with her arms around me tight I see her all in my mind
And she'll always be there my love don't care about time
Copyright @ 1965 Tickson Music Co.
From the "45" Columbia Records