Bob Dylan - The Wicked Messenger
Not all of Bob Dylan’s rhymes are top of the tree, but I think he hit it right in the album John Wesley Hardin, and with the song The Wicked Messenger
There was a wicked messenger From Eli he did come With a mind that multiplied The smallest matter When questioned who had sent for him He answered with his thumb For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter.
He stayed behind the assembly hall It was there he made his bid Oftentimes he could be seen returning Until one day he just appeared With a note in his hand which read The soles of my feet, I swear they're burning
Oh, the leaves began to falling And the seas began to part And the people that confronted him were many And he was told but these few words Which opened up his heart If you cannot bring good news, then don't bring any.