Escrita por Bob Dylan, foi gravada no dia 8 de março de 1966, em Nashville, Tennessee e foi lançada no famoso disco duplo do artista Blonde on blonde, em 20 de junho de 1966. No concerto de 30 anos de carreira de Bob Dylan, em 1992 no Madison Square Garden, em New York City, George Harrison cantou Absolutely sweet Marie. A letra é uma típica poesia dylanesca. O narrador tem ao que parece uma namorada chamada Marie, que de certa forma o traiu e ele foi parar na prisão. Ele disse que teve muita promessa dela sem cumprir e se pergunta aonde ela está? Ele diz que esperou por ela e nada. Das promessas que ela fez, ela cumpriu uma: mandou entregar “six white horses” na penitenciária onde ele estava. O que seria isso? Drogas? Aqui ele diz uma frase que ficou famosa: “To live outside the law you must be honest”. Será pra ela ou pra ele mesmo, que ele tá lembrando isso? Ele diz que ela concorda com isso.
Well,
your railroad gate, you know I just can't jump it
Sometimes it
gets so hard, you see
I'm just sitting here, beating on my
trumpet
With all these promises you left for me
But where are
you tonight, Sweet Marie?
Well,
I waited for you when I was a-half sick
Yes, I waited for you when
you hated me
Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen
traffic
When you knew I had some other place to be
Now, where
are you tonight, Sweet Marie?
Well,
anybody can be just like me, obviously
But then, now again, not
too many can be like you, fortunately
Well,
six white horses that you did promise
Were finally delivered down
to the penitentiary
But to live outside the law, you must be
honest
I know you always say that you agree
Alright, so where
are you tonight, Sweet Marie?
Well,
I don't know how it happened
But the river-boat captain, he knows
my fate
But everybody else, even yourself
They're just gonna
have to wait
Well,
I got the fever down in my pockets
The Persian drunkard, he
follows me
Yes, I can take him to your house, but I can't unlock
it
You see, you forgot to leave me with the key
Ah, where are
you tonight, Sweet Marie?
Well,
I've been in jail, where all the mail showed
That a man can't give
his address out to bad company
And now I stand here, looking at
your yellow railroad
In the ruins of your balcony
Wondering
where you are tonight, Sweet Marie
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