Bob Dylan
Try Me Little Girl
Try me
Try me, little girl
We could raise a family

Well they treat you like a dummy
Well they treat you like a slave
Nothin' bout what you said, it’s all
What you gave
Try me
Try me
Try me, little girl
We could raise a family

Well, they treat so low
At the time I'll ring out of way
Oh, [?]
Oh, well it's three in the morning
I get no room
Based on cell she is sittin’ on room
Try me
Try me
Try me, little girl
We gonna raise a family