Bob Dylan, Van Morrison, Outtake, BBC, And It Stoned Me , Athens

Courtesy Of Woolhall Written by Van Morrison Half a mile from the county fair And the rain keep pourin’ down Me and Billy standin’ there With a silver half a crown Hands are full of a fishin’ rod And the tackle on our backs We just stood there gettin’ wet With our backs against the fence Oh, the water Oh, the water Oh, the water Hope it don’t rain all day And it stoned me to my soul Stoned me just like Jelly Roll And it stoned me And it stoned me to my soul Stoned me just like goin’ home And it stoned me Then the rain let up and the sun came up And we were gettin’ dry Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by So we jumped right in and the driver grinned And he dropped us up the road We looked at the swim and we jumped right in Not to mention fishing poles Oh, the water Oh, the water Oh, the water Let it run all over me And it stoned me to my soul Stoned me