Written by Bob DylanNothing was deliveredAnd I tell this truth to youNot out of spite or angerBut, simply because
it's trueNow you must provide some answersFor what you sell has not been receivedAnd the sooner you come up with themThe so
oner you can leaveNothing is better, nothing is bestTake care of your health and get plenty of restNothing was delivered J
ust what you had in mindWhen you made everybody payNow I hope you won't object to thisGiving back all of what you oweAnd th
e sooner you come up with themThe sooner you can leaveNothing is better, nothing is bestTake care of your health and get pl
enty of restNothing was deliveredBut I can't say I sympathiseWith what your fate is going to beYes, for telling all those
liesNo, nothing was deliveredYes, and someone must explainThat as long as it takes to do thisThen that's how long you'll re
mainNothing is better, nothing is bestTake care of your health and get plenty of rest