Volume 10. John Wesley Harding

 

 

Drifter's Escape (Bob Dylan)

First performed 17 October 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 1st John Wesley Harding session

 

17 October 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A, 1st John Wesley Harding session, #2. Released on John Wesley Harding

 

Oh, help me in my weakness, I heard the drifter say

As they carried him from the courtroom and were taking him away

My trip hasn’t been a pleasant one and my time it isn’t long

And I still do not know what it was that I’ve done wrong

 

Well, the judge, he cast his robe aside, a tear came to his eye

You fail to understand, he said, Why must you even try?

Outside, the crowd was stirring, you could hear it from the door

Inside, the judge was stepping down while the jury cried for more

 

Oh, stop that cursed jury, cried the attendant and the nurse

The trial was bad enough, but this is ten times worse

Just then a bolt of lightning struck the courthouse out of shape

And while everybody knelt to pray, the drifter did escape

 

VARIATIONS Drifter's Escape. Compared with the take released on John Wesley Harding. Recorded 17 October 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 1st John Wesley Harding session, #2

 

Oh, help me in my weakness, I heard the drifter say

As they carried him from the courtroom and were taking him away

     As they carried him from the courthouse and were taking him away                                   17 Oct 1967, JWHRS#1

My trip hasn’t been a pleasant one and my time it isn’t long

And I still do not know what it was that I’ve done wrong

     And I still do not know what it is that I have done wrong                                                        17 Oct 1967, JWHRS#1

 

Well, the judge, he cast his robe aside, a tear came to his eye

     Oh, the judge, he cast his robe aside, a tear came to his eye                                               17 Oct 1967, JWHRS#1

You fail to understand, he said, Why must you even try?

Outside, the crowd was stirring, you could hear it from the door

Inside, the judge was stepping down while the jury cried for more

 

Oh, stop that cursed jury, cried the attendant and the nurse

The trial was bad enough, but this is ten times worse

Just then a bolt of lightning struck the courthouse out of shape

     And just then a bolt of lightning struck the courthouse out of shape                                    17 Oct 1967, JWHRS#1

And while everybody knelt to pray, the drifter did escape

 

Drifter's Escape. 19671017#1#2

 

 

I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine (Bob Dylan)

First performed 17 October 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A, #4, 1st John Wesley Harding session

 

17 October 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 1st John Wesley Harding session, #4. Released on John Wesley Harding

 

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine, alive as you or me

Tearing through these quarters in the utmost misery

With a blanket underneath his arm and a coat of solid gold

Searching for the very souls whom already have been sold

 

Arise, arise, he cried so loud with a voice without restraint

Come out, ye gifted kings and queens and hear my sad complaint

No martyr is among ye now whom you can call your own

But go on your way accordingly, but know you’re not alone

 

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine, alive with fiery breath

And I dreamed I was amongst the ones that put him out to death

Oh, I awoke in anger, so alone and terrified

I put my fingers against the glass and bowed my head and cried

 

VARIATIONS I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine. Compared with the take released on John Wesley Harding. Recorded 17 October 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 1st John Wesley Harding session, #4

 

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine, alive as you or me

Tearing through these quarters in the utmost misery

With a blanket underneath his arm and a coat of solid gold

Searching for the very souls whom already have been sold

     Searching for those very souls whom already have been sold                                             17 Oct 1967, JWHRS#2

 

Arise, arise, he cried so loud with a voice without restraint

     Arise, arise, he cried so loud in a voice without restraint                                                        17 Oct 1967, JWHRS#2

Come out, ye gifted kings and queens and hear my sad complaint

No martyr is among ye now whom you can call your own

But go on your way accordingly, but know you’re not alone

     So go on your way accordingly, but know you’re not alone                                                   17 Oct 1967, JWHRS#2

 

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine, alive with fiery breath

And I dreamed I was amongst the ones that put him out to death

Oh, I awoke in anger, so alone and terrified

     Oh, I awoke in anger, without a place to stand or hide                                                           17 Oct 1967, JWHRS#2

     Oh, I awoke in anger, so alone and mystified                                                                                21 Nov 1975, Boston

I put my fingers against the glass and bowed my head and cried

     I put my fingers up against the glass and bowed my head and cried (2x)                      31 Aug 1969, Isle of Wight

     I put my face up against the glass and bowed my head and cried (2x)                                    21 Nov 1975, Boston

 

I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine. 19671017#2#4, 19690831, 19751111, 19751115eve, 19751121aft, 19751204, 19751208, 19760422aft

 

 

The Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest (Bob Dylan)

First performed 17 October 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 1st John Wesley Harding session

 

17 October 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 1st John Wesley Harding session, #1. Released on John Wesley Harding

 

Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest, they were the best of friends

So, when Frankie Lee needed money one day, Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens

And placed them on a footstool, just above the plotted plain

Sayin’, Take your pick, Frankie Boy, my loss will be your gain

 

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right down and put his fingers to his chin

But with the cold eyes of Judas on him, his head began to spin

Would you please not stare at me like that, he said, It’s just my foolish pride

But sometimes a man must be alone and this is no place to hide

 

Well, Judas, he just winked and said, All right, I’ll leave you here

But you’d better hurry up and choose which of those bills you want, before they all disappear

I’m gonna start my pickin’ right now, just tell me where you’ll be

Judas pointed down the road and said, Eternity!

 

Eternity? said Frankie Lee with a voice as cold as ice

That’s right, said Judas Priest, Eternity, though you might call it ‘Paradise’

I don’t call it anything said Frankie Lee with a smile

All right, said Judas Priest I’ll see you after a while

 

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down, feelin’ low and mean

When just then a passing stranger brst upon the scene

Saying, Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler, whose father ‘s deceased?

Well, if you are, there’s a fellow callin’ you down the road and they say his name is Priest

 

Oh, yes, he is my friend, said Frankie Lee in fright

I do recall him very well, in fact, he just left my sight

Yes, that’s the one, said the stranger as quiet as a mouse

Well, my message is, he’s down the road, stranded in a house

 

Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked, he dropped everything and ran

Until he came on to the spot where Judas Priest did stand

What kind of house is this, he said, Where I have come to roam?

It’s not a house, said Judas Priest, It’s not a house, it’s a home

 

Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled,  he soon lost all control

Over everything which he had made while the mission bells did toll

He just stood there staring at that big house as bright as any sun

With four and twenty windows and a woman’s face in every one

 

Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee with a soulful, bounding leap

And, foaming at the mouth he began to make his midnight creep

For sixteen nights and days he raved, but on the seventeenth, he burst

Into the arms of Judas Priest, which is where he died of thirst

 

No one tried to say a thing when they carried him out in jest

Except, of course, the little neighbor boy, who carried him to rest

And he just walked along, alone with his guilt so well concealed

And muttered underneath his breath, nothing is revealed

 

Well, the moral of the story, the moral of this song

Is simply that one should never be where one does not belong

So when you see your neighbor carrying’ somethin’, help him with his load

And don’t go mistaking Paradise for that home across the road

 

VARIATIONS The Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest. Compared with the take released on John Wesley Harding. Recorded 17 October 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 1st John Wesley Harding session, #1

 

Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest, they were the best of friends

So, when Frankie Lee needed money one day, Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens

And placed them on a footstool, just above the plotted plain

Sayin’, Take your pick, Frankie Boy, my loss will be your gain

 

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right down and put his fingers to his chin

But with the cold eyes of Judas on him, his head began to spin

Would you please not stare at me like that, he said, It’s just my foolish pride

But sometimes a man must be alone and this is no place to hide

 

Well, Judas, he just winked and said, All right, I’ll leave you here

But you’d better hurry up and choose which of those bills you want, before they all disappear

I’m gonna start my pickin’ right now, just tell me where you’ll be

Judas pointed down the road and said, Eternity!

 

Eternity? said Frankie Lee with a voice as cold as ice

That’s right, said Judas Priest, Eternity, though you might call it ‘Paradise’

I don’t call it anything said Frankie Lee with a smile

All right, said Judas Priest, I’ll see you after a while

 

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down, feelin’ low and mean

When just then a passing stranger brst upon the scene

Saying, Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler, whose father ‘s deceased?

Well, if you are, there’s a fellow callin’ you down the road and they say his name is Priest

 

Oh, yes, he is my friend, said Frankie Lee in fright

I do recall him very well, in fact, he just left my sight

Yes, that’s the one, said the stranger as quiet as a mouse

Well, my message is, he’s down the road, stranded in a house

 

Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked, he dropped everything and ran

Until he came on to the spot where Judas Priest did stand

What kind of house is this, he said, Where I have come to roam?

It’s not a house, said Judas Priest, It’s not a house, it’s a home

 

Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled,  he soon lost all control

Over everything which he had made while the mission bells did toll

He just stood there staring at that big house as bright as any sun

With four and twenty windows and a woman’s face in every one

 

Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee with a soulful, bounding leap

And, foaming at the mouth he began to make his midnight creep

For sixteen nights and days he raved, but on the seventeenth, he burst

Into the arms of Judas Priest, which is where he died of thirst

 

No one tried to say a thing when they carried him out in jest

Except, of course, the little neighbor boy, who carried him to rest

And he just walked along, alone with his guilt so well concealed

And muttered underneath his breath, nothing is revealed

 

Well, the moral of the story, the moral of this song

Is simply that one should never be where one does not belong

So when you see your neighbor carrying’ somethin’, help him with his load

And don’t go mistaking Paradise for that home across the road

 

The Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest. 19671117#1

 

 

All Along The Watchtower

First performed 6 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 2nd John Wesley Harding session

 

6 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 2nd John Wesley Harding session, #3/#5. Released on John Wesley Harding

 

There must be some way out of here, said the joker to the thief

There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief

Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth

None of them along the line know what any of it is worth

 

No reason to get excited, the thief, he kindly spoke

There are many here among us, who feel that life is but a joke

But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate

So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late

 

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view

While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl

Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl

 

VARIATIONS All Along The Watchtower. Compared with the take released on John Wesley Harding. Recorded 6 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 2nd John Wesley Harding session, #3 spliced with #5

 

There must be some way out of here, said the joker to the thief

There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief

     There’s just too much confusion, I can’t get no relief                                                               6 Nov 1967, JWHRS#2

Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth

None of them along the line know what any of it is worth

 

No reason to get excited, the thief he kindly spoke

There are many here among us, who feel that life is but a joke

But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate

So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late

     So let us not talk falsely, the hour is getting late                                                                       6 Nov 1967, JWHRS#2

     So let us not talk falsely now, you know the hour is getting late                                      10 Nov 1981, New Orleans

 

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view

While all the women came and went, barefoot servants too

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl

Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl

 

All Along The Watchtower. 671106#2#3#5, 740103, 740109, 740110, 740114aft, 740131eve, 740209eve, 740213, 740214aft, 740214eve, 751021, 780228, 780301, 780302, 780607, 780623, 780701, 780704, 780706, 7880715, 780919, 781020, 781110, 781111, 781115, 781202, 781210, 810629, 811104, 811110, 811112

 

 

John Wesley Harding (Bob Dylan)

First performed 6 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 2nd John Wesley Harding session

 

6 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 2nd John Wesley Harding session, #2. Released on John Wesley Harding

 

John Wesley Harding was a friend to the poor

He traveled with a gun in every hand

All along this countryside, he opened many a door

But he was never known to hurt an honest man

 

’T was down in Chaynee County, a time they talk about

With his lady by his side he took a stand

And soon the situation there was all but straightened out

For he was always known to lend a helping hand

 

All across the telegraph, his name it did resound

But no charge held against him could they prove

And there was no man around, who could track or chain him down

He was never known to make a foolish move

 

VARIATIONS John Wesley Harding. Compared with the take released on John Wesley Harding. Recorded 6 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 2nd John Wesley Harding session, #2

 

John Wesley Harding was a friend to the poor

He traveled with a gun in every hand

All along this countryside, he opened many a door

But he was never known to hurt an honest man

 

’T was down in Chaynee County, a time they talk about

With his lady by his side he took a stand

And soon the situation there was all but straightened out

     And soon the situation there was all then straightened out                                                     6 Nov 1967, JWHRS#1

For he was always known to lend a helping hand

     He was always known to lend a helping hand                                                                           6 Nov 1967, JWHRS#1

 

All across the telegraph, his name it did resound

But no charge held against him could they prove

     But then no charge held against him could they prove                                                            6 Nov 1967, JWHRS#1

And there was no man around, who could track or chain him down

He was never known to make a foolish move

 

John Wesley Harding.19671106#1#2

 

 

As I Went Out One Morning (Bob Dylan)

First performed 6 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 2nd John Wesley Harding session

 

6 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 2nd John Wesley Harding session, #5/#12. Released on John Wesley Harding

 

As I went out one morning to breathe the air around Tom Paine’s

I spied the fairest damsel that ever did walk in chains

I offered her my hand, she took me by the arm

I knew that very instant, she meant to do me harm

 

Depart from me this moment, I told her with my voice

Said she, But I don’t wish to, said I, But you have no choice

I beg you, sir, she pleaded from the corners of her mouth

I will secretly accept you and together we’ll fly south

 

Just then Tom Paine himself came running from across the field

Shouting at this lovely girl and commanding her to yield

And as she was letting go her grip, up Tom Paine did run

I’m sorry, sir, he said to me, I’m sorry for what she’s done

 

VARIATIONS As I Went Out One Morning. Compared with the take released on John Wesley Harding. Recorded 6 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 2nd John Wesley Harding session, #5 spliced with #12

 

As I went out one morning to breathe the air around Tom Paine’s

I spied the fairest damsel that ever did walk in chains

I offered her my hand, she took me by the arm

I knew that very instant, she meant to do me harm

     I knew that very moment, she meant to do me harm                                                               6 Nov 1967, JWHRS#1

 

Depart from me this moment, I told her with my voice

     Depart from me this instant, I told her with my voice                                                                6 Nov 1967, JWHRS#1

Said she, But I don’t wish to, said I, But you have no choice

I beg you, sir, she pleaded from the corners of her mouth

     I beg you, sir, she pleaded from the center of her mouth                                                        6 Nov 1967, JWHRS#1

I will secretly accept you and together we’ll fly south

 

Just then Tom Paine himself came running from across the field

Shouting at this lovely girl and commanding her to yield

And as she was letting go her grip, up Tom Paine did run

I’m sorry, sir, he said to me, I’m sorry for what she’s done

 

As I Went Out One Morning. 19671106#1#5/#12, 19740110

 

 

I Pity The Poor Immigrant (Bob Dylan)

First performed 6 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 2nd John Wesley Harding session

 

6 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 2nd John Wesley Harding session, #10, Released on John Wesley Harding

 

I pity the poor immigrant who wishes he would’ve stayed home

Who uses all his power to do evil but in the end is always left so alone

That man whom with his fingers cheats and whom lies with every breath

Who passionately hates his life and likewise, fears his death

 

I pity the poor immigrant whose strength is spent in vain

Whose heaven is like Ironsides, whose tears are like rain

Who eats but is not satisfied, who hears but does not see

Who falls in love with wealth itself and turns his back on me

 

I pity the poor immigrant who tramples through the mud

Who fills his mouth with laughing and who builds his town with blood

Whose visions in the final end must shatter like the glass

I pity the poor immigrant when his gladness comes to pass

 

12, 13 or 14 April 1976, Clearwater, Florida, Belleview Biltmore Hotel, #2. Rehearsals before tour. On bootleg Going Going Guam. A mix of lines, a rehearsal for the duet. Not noted below at VARIATIONS

 

Duet with Joan Baez

 

I pity the poor immigrant who wishes that he would’ve stayed home

Who uses all his power to do evil but in the end is always left so alone

Who eats but is not satisfied, who hears but does not see

I pity the poor immigrant ]???] on me

 

I pity the poor immigrant whose [???] is spent in vain

Who fills his mouth with [???] and feels he's always left all alone

Who eats but is not satisfied, who hears but does not see

I pity the poor immigrant who turns his back on me

 

I pity the poor immigrant who tramples through the mud

Who fills his mouth with laughing and who builds his town with blood

Whose visions in the final end, who hears but does not see

I pity the poor immigrant [who turns his back on me]

 

VARIATIONS I Pity The Poor Immigrant. Compared with the take released on John Wesley Harding, recorded 6 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 2nd John Wesley Harding session, #10

 

I pity the poor immigrant who wishes he would’ve stayed home

Who uses all his power to do evil but in the end is always left so alone

     Who uses all his power to do evil and in the end is always left so alone                              6 Nov 1967, JWHRS#4

That man whom with his fingers cheats and whom lies with every breath

Who passionately hates his life and likewise fears his death

 

I pity the poor immigrant whose strength is spent in vain

Whose heaven is like Ironsides, whose tears are like rain

Who eats but is not satisfied, who hears but does not see

Who falls in love with wealth itself and turns his back on me

 

I pity the poor immigrant who tramples through the mud

Who fills his mouth with laughing and who builds his town with blood

     Who fills his mouth with laughing, who builds his town with blood                                         6 Nov 1967, JWHRS#4

     Who fills his mouth with laughing, ha-ha, and who builds his town with blood                23 May 1976, Fort Collins

Whose visions in the final end must shatter like the glass

I pity the poor immigrant when his gladness comes to pass

 

I Pity The Poor Immigrant. 671106#4#10/#22, 690831, 760412-14#1#2, 760429eve, 760503eve, 760512, 760516, 760518, 760523

 

 

I Am A Lonesome Hobo (Bob Dylan)

First performed 6 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 2nd John Wesley Harding session

 

6 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 2nd John Wesley Harding session, #5/#27. Released on John Wesley Harding

 

I am a lonesome hobo without family or friends

Where another man’s life might begin, that’s exactly where mine ends

I have tried my hand at bribery, blackmail and deceit

And I’ve served time for everything ’cept begging’ on the street

 

Well, once I was rather prosperous, there was nothing I did lack

I had fourteen-karat gold in my mouth and silk upon my back

But I did not trust my brother, I carried him to blame

Which led me to my fatal doom, to wander off in shame

 

Kind ladies and kind gentlemen, soon I will be gone

But let me just warn you all before I do pass on

Stay free from petty jealousies, live by no man’s code

And hold your judgment for yourself, lest you wind up on this road

 

VARIATIONS I Am A Lonesome Hobo. Compared with the take released on John Wesley Harding. Recorded 6 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 2nd John Wesley Harding session, #5 spliced with #27

 

I am a lonesome hobo without family or friends

Where another man’s life might begin, that’s exactly where mine ends

I have tried my hand at bribery, blackmail and deceit

And I’ve served time for everything ’cept begging’ on the street

     And I’ve done time for everything ’cept begging’ on the street                                               6 Nov 1967, JWHRS#4

 

Well, once I was rather prosperous, there was nothing I did lack

     Well, once I was rather prosperous, nothing I did lack                                                             6 Nov 1967, JWHRS#4

I had fourteen-karat gold in my mouth and silk upon my back

But I did not trust my brother, I carried him to blame

Which led me to my fatal doom, to wander off in shame

 

Kind ladies and kind gentlemen, soon I will be gone

But let me just warn you all before I do pass on

Stay free from petty jealousies, live by no man’s code

     Then stay free from petty jealousies, live by no man’s code                                                   6 Nov 1967, JWHRS#4

And hold your judgment for yourself, lest you wind up on this road

 

I Am A Lonesome Hobo. 19671106#4#5/#27

 

 

The Wicked Messenger (Bob Dylan)

First performed 29 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 3rd John Wesley Harding session

 

29 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 3rd John Wesley Harding session. Released on John Wesley Harding

 

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 bed

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 ye cannot bring good news, then don’t bring any

 

VARIATIONS The Wicked Messenger. Compared with the take released on John Wesley Harding. Recorded 29 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 3rd John Wesley Harding session

 

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 bed

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 ye cannot bring good news, then don’t bring any

 

The Wicked Messenger. 19671129

 

 

I'll Be Your Baby Tonight (Bob Dylan)

First performed 29 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 3rd John Wesley Harding session

 

29 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 3rd John Wesley Harding session. Released on John Wesley Harding

 

Close your eyes, close the door, you don’t have to worry anymore

I’ll be your baby tonight

 

Shut the light, shut the shade, you don’t have to be afraid

I’ll be your baby tonight

 

Well, that mockingbird’s gonna sail away, we’re gonna forget it

That big, fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon, but we’re gonna let it

You won’t regret it

 

Kick your shoes off, do not fear, bring that bottle over here

I’ll be your baby tonight

 

VARIATIONS I'll Be Your Baby Tonigh. Compared with the take released on John Wesley Harding, recorded 29 November 1967

 

Close your eyes, close the door, you don’t have to worry anymore

I’ll be your baby tonight

 

Shut the light, shut the shade, you don’t have to be afraid

     Shut the light, shut the shade, don’t be afraid                                                              29 April 1976, Mobile, evening

     Shut the door, shut it tight, everything 'll be alright                                                      29 April 1976, Mobile, evening

     Shut the light, shut the door, don't worry anymore                                                            ?? Jan 1978, Santa Monica

     Shut the light, shut the shade, tonight you got it made                                                     30 Jan 1978, Santa Monica

     Shut the door, shut the shade, tonight you gonna have it made                                         26 June 1978, Dortmund

     Shut the door, shut the shade, you don't have to be afraid                                                   11 Nov 1981, Cincinnati

I’ll be your baby tonight

 

     Get out of the room, jump away                                                                                           ?? Jan 1978, Santa Monica

     This time you might wanna stay                                                                                           ?? Jan 1978, Santa Monica

 

     Shut the shade, get inside                                                                                                         23 June 1978, Rotterdam

     Tonight you're gonna have nothing to hide                                                                            23 June 1978, Rotterdam

 

     Shut the [vehicle], close the [blinds]                                                                                         26 June 1978, Dortmund

     Tonight yes you're looking so doggone fine                                                                            26 June 1978, Dortmund

 

     Shut the door, if you don't know how                                                                                            1 July 1978, Nürnberg

     I gonna show you, how to love me right now                                                                              1 July 1978, Nürnberg

 

     Shut the light, shut the door                                                                                                                   4 July 1978, Paris

     You don't need to care about it anymore                                                                                             4 July 1978, Paris

 

     Close the door and the window too                                                                                                       4 July 1978, Paris

     Tonight I wonna take ye through and through                                                                                     4 July 1978, Paris

 

     Shut the door, shut the [plough]                                                                                                    12 Nov 1981, Houston

     Tonight I'm gonna change your mind                                                                                           12 Nov 1981, Houston

 

Well, that mockingbird’s gonna sail away, we’re gonna forget it

     hat mockingbird’s gonna sail away, we’re gonna let it                                                    17 April 1976, Clearwater#2

That big, fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon, but we’re gonna let it

     That big, fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon, you won't [forget] it                             17 April 1976, Clearwater#2

     That big old moon is gonna shine like a spoon but we gonna let it                                30 Jan 1978, Santa Monica

You won’t regret it

 

Kick your shoes off, do not fear

Bring that bottle over here

     Bring that bottle so I can drink it over here                                                                         30 Jan 1978, Santa Monica

I’ll be your baby tonight

 

     Well, that mockingbird’s gonna sail away, [and it sing all day]                                          31 Aug 1969, Isle of Wight

     That big, fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon, but we’re gonna let it                            31 Aug 1969, Isle of Wight

     You won’t regret it                                                                                                                     31 Aug 1969, Isle of Wight

 

     Kick your shoes off, do not fear, bring that bottle over here                                              31 Aug 1969, Isle of Wight

     I'll be your, I’ll be your baby tonight                                                                                        31 Aug 1969, Isle of Wight

     I'll be your, I’ll be your baby tonight                                                                                        31 Aug 1969, Isle of Wight

 

     Well, that mockingbird is gonna sail away, I know he's gonna forget it                             23 June 1978, Rotterdam

     That big moon's gonna shine like a spoon, we gonna let is, you won't regret is              23 June 1978, Rotterdam

 

     Kick your shoes of, come on over here                                                                                   23 June 1978, Rotterdam

     Drop your [shade], you got noting to fear                                                                               23 June 1978, Rotterdam

 

     Take your shoes of, please don't fear                                                                                                  4 July 1978, Paris

     Bring all of your love over here                                                                                                              4 July 1978, Paris

 

I'll Be Your Baby Tonight. 671129, 690831, 760412-14, 760417#1#2, 760429eve, 771230, 7801??, 780130, 780623, 780626, 780701, 780704, 811104, 811112

 

 

Down Along The Cove (Bob Dylan)

First performed 29 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 3rd John Wesley Harding session

 

29 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 3rd John Wesley Harding session. Released on John Wesley Harding

 

Down along the cove, I spied my true love comin’ my way

Down along the cove, I spied my true love comin’ my way

I say, Lord, have mercy, mama, it sure is good to see you comin’ today

 

Down along the cove, I spied my little bundle of joy

Down along the cove, I spied my little bundle of joy

She said, Lord, have mercy, honey, I’m so glad you’re my boy!

 

Down along the cove, we walked together hand in hand

Down along the cove, we walked together hand in hand

Everybody watching’ us go by,knows we’re in love, yes, and they understand

 

29 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 3rd John Wesley Harding session

(Alternate Version)#2

 

Down along the cove I spied my little bundle of joy

Down along the cove I spied my little bundle of joy

I said, Lord have mercy, baby

You make me feel just like a baby boy

Down along the cove a bunch of people are milling around

Down along the cove a bunch of people are milling around

I said, Lord have mercy, baby, they’re gonna knock you when you’re up

They’re gonna kick you when you’re down

Down along the cove I feel as high as a bird

Down along the cove I feel as high as a bird

I said, Lord have mercy, baby

How come you never say more than a word?

Down along the cove I seen the Jacks and the River Queen

Down along the cove I seen the Jacks and the River Queen

I said, Lord have mercy, baby

Ain’t that the biggest boat you ever seen?

Down along the cove, you can lay all your money down

Down along the cove, you can lay all your money down

I said, Lord have mercy, baby

Ain’t it a shame how they shove you and they push you around?

Down along the cove, I got my suitcase in my hand

Down along the cove, I got my suitcase in my hand

I said, Lord have mercy, baby

Ain’t you glad that I’m your man?

 

VARIATIONS Down Along The Cove. Compared with the take released on John Wesley Harding. Recorded 29 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 3rd John Wesley Harding session

 

Down along the cove, I spied my true love comin’ my way

Down along the cove, I spied my true love comin’ my way

I say, Lord, have mercy, mama, it sure is good to see you comin’ today

 

Down along the cove, I spied my little bundle of joy

Down along the cove, I spied my little bundle of joy

She said, Lord, have mercy, honey, I’m so glad you’re my boy!

 

Down along the cove, we walked together hand in hand

Down along the cove, we walked together hand in hand

Everybody watching’ us go by,knows we’re in love, yes, and they understand

 

Down Along The Cove. 19671129

 

 

Dear Landlord (Bob Dylan)

First performed 29 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 3rd John Wesley Harding session

 

29 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 3rd John Wesley Harding session. Released on John Wesley Harding

 

Dear landlord, please don’t put a price on my soul

My burden is heavy, my dreams are beyond control

When that steamboat whistle blows, I’m gonna give you all I got to give

And I do hope you receive it well, depending’ on the way you feel that you live

 

Dear landlord, please heed these words that I speak

I know you’ve suffered much, but in this you are not so unique

All of us, at times, we might work too hard, to have it too fast and too much

And anyone can fill his life up with things he can see but he just cannot touch

 

Dear landlord, please don’t dismiss my case

I’m not about to argue, I’m not about to move to no other place

Now, each of us has his own special gift and you know this was meant to be true

And if you don’t underestimate me, I won’t underestimate you

 

VARIATIONS Dear Landlord. Compared with the take released on John Wesley Harding. Recorded 29 November 1967, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 3rd John Wesley Harding session

 

Dear landlord, please don’t put a price on my soul

My burden is heavy, my dreams are beyond control

When that steamboat whistle blows, I’m gonna give you all I got to give

And I do hope you receive it well, depending’ on the way you feel that you live

 

Dear landlord, please heed these words that I speak

I know you’ve suffered much, but in this you are not so unique

All of us, at times, we might work too hard, to have it too fast and too much

And anyone can fill his life up with things he can see but he just cannot touch

 

Dear landlord, please don’t dismiss my case

I’m not about to argue, I’m not about to move to no other place

Now, each of us has his own special gift and you know this was meant to be true

And if you don’t underestimate me, I won’t underestimate you

 

Dear Landlord. 19671129

 

 

Dear Mrs. Roosevelt (Woody Guthrie)

Written by Woody Guthrie. First Bob Dylan performance 20 January 1968, New York City, Carnegie Hall, Afternoon Show, The Woody Guthrie Memorial Concert

 

20 January 1968, New York City, Carnegie Hall, Afternoon Show, The Woody Guthrie Memorial Concert. Released on A Tribute To Woody Guthrie

 

Dear Mrs. Roosevelt, don't hang your head and cry

His mortal flesh is laid away but his good work fills the sky

This world was lucky to see him born

 

Now he went up to grade school and he wrote back to his folks

He drew such funny pictures and was always pulling jokes

This world was lucky to see him born

 

He went up to Harvard to read his books of law

He loved his trees and horses, he loved everything he saw

This world was lucky to see him born

 

He got struck down by the fever and it settled in his leg

He loved the folks that wished him well and everybody did

This world was lucky to see him born

 

He took office on a crippled leg and he said to one and all

Your money changing racket, boys, sure enough got to fall

This world was lucky to see him born

 

I voted for him lots of times and I'd vote for him again

He tried to find an honest job for every idle man

This world was lucky to see him born

 

He helped me to build my union and he learned me how to talk

I could see he was a cripple but he learned my soul to talk

This world was lucky to see him born

 

I was a GI in the army the day he passed away

And over my shoulder I could hear some soldier say

This world was lucky to see him born

 

I know this world was lucky just to see him born

I know this world was lucky just to see him born

This world was lucky to see him born

 

Dear Mrs. Roosevelt. 19680120

 

 

The Grand Coulee Dam (Woody Guthrie)

Written by Woody Guthrie. First Bob Dylan performance 20 January 1968, New York City, Carnegie Hall, Afternoon Show, The Woody Guthrie Memorial Concert

 

20 January 1968, New York City, Carnegie Hall, Afternoon Show, The Woody Guthrie Memorial Concert. Released on A Tribute To Woody Guthrie

 

Well, l the world owns seven wonders as the travelers always tell

Some gardens and some towers, I guess you know them well

But now the greatest wonder is in Uncle Sam's fair land

That King Columbia river and that great Grand Coulee Dam

 

She comes up the Canadian Rockies where the crystal waters glide

Comes a-roaring down the canyon to meet that salty tide

From the great Pacific Ocean to where the sun sets in the west

That big Grand Coulee country in that land I love the best

 

In the mistic glitter of that wild and windward spray

Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave

Once she tore men's boats to splinters but she gave men dreams to dream

That day that Coulee dam went across that wild and restless stream

 

Oh, Uncle Sam took up the notion in the year of thirty-three

For the factory and the farmer and for all of you and me

He said: roll it on Columbia, you can roll out to the sea

But river, while you're rolling you can do some work for me

 

Now from Washington and Oregon you can hear them factories a-hum

Making chrome and making manganese and light aluminum

Always a flying fortress to blast for Uncle Sam

That King Columbia river and the great Grand Coulee dam

 

Well, the world owns seven wonders as the travelers always tell

Some gardens and some towers, I guess you know them well

But now the greatest wonder is in Uncle Sam's fair land

That King Columbia river and that great Grand Coulee Dam

 

The Grand Coulee Dam. 19680120

 

 

I'd Have You Any Time (Bob Dylan/George Harrison)

Written by Bob Dylan and George Harrison. First Dylan performance Late November 1968, Woodstock, New York, the home of Bob Dylan

 

Late November 1968, Woodstock, New York, the home of Bob Dylan. On bootleg When Everybody Comes To Town.

 

Shared vocals Bob Dylan and George Harrison

 

Let me in here, let me in here. let me in here to your hart

Let me in there, I know I've been there, let me into your heart

Let me know you, all I have is mine, all my darkness is to hunt you

I'd have you any time

 

Let me in here, I know I've been there, let me into your heart

Let me [see] you, let me know you, let me roll it to you

All I have is yours, all you see is mine and I’m happy to be in your arms

I'd have you any time

 

I'd have you any time. 196811??

 

 

Nowhere To Go (Bob Dylan/George Harrison)

Written by Bob Dylan and George Harrison. First Dylan performance Late November 1968, Woodstock, New York, the home of Bob Dylan

 

Late November 1968, Woodstock, New York, the home of Bob Dylan. On bootleg When Everybody Comes To Town.

 

Shared vocals Bob Dylan and George Harrison

 

[???] nowhere to go

Get tired have to hide myself

Nowhere I know if they don’t know

And I know it

 

Get tired of being pushed around

Trampled to the ground

Every times somebody comes to town

 

Every times somebody comes to

Every times somebody comes to town

Every times somebody comes to town

 

Nowhere To Go. 196811??

 

 

I Don't Want To Do It(Bob Dylan, George Harrison?)

Information in Clinton Heylin's Revolution in the air: the songs of Bob Dylan, 1957-1973. Released on n All Things Must Pass, George Harrison, 1985

 

Maureen (?)

Song, mentioned By George Harrison

 

 

Standing Around Shoeing A Horse (Bob Dylan)

Lyrics Given To Eric Clapton , mentioned By Eric Clapton