Written by Bob Dylan
Recorded in the Rundown studios, October 1980 (Shot of Love sessions)
Tabbed by Eyolf Østrem
Great song! “You’ve been seeking them eternal, spiritual things, / but your fifty-dollar smile confirms / You’re still tryin’ to buy your way into the dreams of them / Whose bodies will be food for worms.” The born-again equivalent of “You might think he loves you for your money, but I know what he really loves you for: It’s your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat” . . .
Whereas the full band sound of the second last line of the verses is as indicated below (with a G at “grind”) one guitar – possibly Dylan’s – plays a D throughout the line.
The only known sounding version of the song ends after verse four. The rest of the verses exist only in copyright documents. The copyrighted version also has different punchlines in each of the verses (“can’t you take it on the chin”, “Pour me another glass of gin”, “Ain’t no room tonight at the inn”, “Sounding like a sweet violin”)
A You wanna talk to me, C G A you got many things to say A You want the spirit to be speaking through, C G A but your lust for comfort get in the way A I can read it in your eyes, oh, what your C G A Heart will not reveal A C And that old evil burden has been draggin' you down, G D (Dsus4-D) bound to grind you 'neath the wheel /d /c /a A Yonder comes sin. A (Walkin' like a man, talkin' like an angel) D /c /a A Yonder comes sin. A (Proud like a peacock, swift like an eagle) D Look at your feet, see where they've been to Look at your hands, see what they been into E Can't you take it on the chin? D /c /a A Yonder comes sin. You see this woman standin' next to me She's foreign to your sight Well, her eyes may be a different colour than mine, but her blood is red and her bones are white. You've been seeking them eternal, spiritual things, but your fifty-dollar smile confirms You're still tryin' to buy your way into the dreams of them Whose bodies will be food for worms Yonder comes sin (Ready and steady, willing and able) Yonder comes sin (Standin' on the chair, standin' on the table) Look at your feet, see where they've been to Look at your hands, see what they've been into Can't you take it on the chin? Yonder comes sin. I say: See them six wild horses, honey You say: I don't even see one. You say: Point them out to me, love, I say: Honey I got to run My brother's blood is crying from the grave but you can't hear the voice I stand in jeopardy every hour, Wonderin' what reason you have to rejoice. Yonder comes sin. (Down on your knees, down into the ditches) Yonder comes sin. (Vomiting up jewels, vomiting up riches) Look at your feet see where they've been to Look at your hands, see what they've been into Enough to put you to tail-spin Yonder comes sin. Jeremiah preached repentance To those that would turn from hell But the critics all gave him such bad reviews Put him down at the bottom of a well kept on talking, anyway As the people were put into chains Wasn't nobody there to say "Bon voyage" or shatter any bottles of champagne. Yonder comes sin (Cracking that whip, just like a feather) Yonder comes sin (Put a knife in your back while talking about the weather) Look at your feet see where they've been to Look at your hands, see what they've been into Can you take it on the chin Yonder comes sin
High cost of survival Gets a little higher than you expect When you're trying to get along with your enemies And still maintain your self-respect As a child you knew all there was to know It just couldn't get expressed Now it scares me to see what you accept as good At one you wouldn't have settled forless than the best Yonder comes sin (Way down deep and dirty, not a day under thirty) Yonder comes sin (Tasting like peaches, hanging on like leaches) Look at your feet see where they've been to Look at your hands, see what they've been into So masculine, so feminine Yonder comes sin You turn your back on the hard truth Just to fatten up your purse Sings of an unrighteous world Dare the same thing as a curse No kingdom made of human hands can stand Too bad about MacBeth In order to possess that corruptible crown Gotta make a deal with Mr Death Yonder comes sin. (Can you comprehend it, can you understand it) Yonder comes sin (It rules the airways, it rules the planet) Look at your feet see where they've been to Look at your hands, see what they've been into Take off that sheepish green Yonder comes sin There's a place down in your soul Where the law can never touch You do most likely what you please And not think about too much I'll be down the line when morning comes And that I pulled the hood up for you So that you could see real good your uninvited guest Yonder comes sin (It's a pleasure to meet ya, nice to have known ya) Yonder comes sin (It wants to kill you, it wants to own you) Look at your feet see where they've been to Look at your hands, see what they've been into Being pulled in all directions by the wind Yonder comes sin