“I pulled into Nazareth, I was feelin’ about half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
“Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?”
He just grinned and shook my hand and, “No”, was all he said”——-Robbie Robertson, “The Weight”
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