Words and music by Bob Dylan and Robert Hunter
Stake my future on a hell of a past
Looks like tomorrow is comin' on fast
Chords are the same through whole song listen for changes.
Ain't complainin' 'bout what I got
Seen better times but who has not?
Silvio, silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio, I gotta go, Find out somethin' only dead men know