Volume 2, Bob Dylan

 

 

Man On The Street (Bob Dylan)

First performed September 1961, New York City, New York, Gaslight

 

September 1961, New York City, New York Gerde's Folk City. First Gaslight Tape. On bootleg: Man On The Street Vol. 1, disk 2

 

Well, I'll sing you a song, not very long 'bout an old man who never done wrong

How he died nobody can say, found him dead in the street one day

 

Well, the crowd gathered one fine morn', the man whose clothes 'n' shoes was torn

There on the sidewalk, he did lay, stopped 'n' stared 'n' went their way

 

Well, the policeman come, he looked around, get up, old man, or I'm takin' you down.

He jabbed him once with his bully club, the old man then rolled off the curb

 

Well, he jabbed him again, loudly said, call the wagon -- this man is dead

he wagon come, they loaded in him. Never saw the man again

 

Well, I sung you my song, it ain't very long, 'bout an old man who never done wrong

How he died no one can say, found him dead in the street one day.

 

22 November 1961, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios. Used as Leeds Music Demo

Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 9

 

Well, I’ll sing you a song, ain’t very long ’bout an old man who never done wrong

How he died nobody can say, they found him dead in the street one day

 

Well, the crowd, they gathered one fine morn at the man whose clothes ’n’ shoes were torn

There on the sidewalk he did lay, they stopped ’n’ stared ’n’ walked their way

 

Well, the policeman come and he looked around, get up, old man, or I’m a-takin’ you down

He jabbed him once with his bully club and the old man then rolled off the curb

 

Well, he jabbed him again and loudly said, call the wagon; this man is dead

The wagon come, they loaded him in, I never saw the man again

 

And I’ve sung you my song, it ain’t very long, ’bout an old man who never done wrong

How he died no one can say, they found him dead in the street one day

 

Man on the Street 196109?a, 19611104, 19611122, 196202?b,

 

 

He Was A Friend Of Mine (Bob Dylan)

First performed September 1961, New York City, New York, Gaslight

 

20 November 1961, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios. Released on: The Bootleg Series Vol. 1

 

He was a friend of mine. He was a friend of mine

Every time I think about him now, Lord I just can't keep from cryin',

'Cause he was a friend of mine

 

He died on the road. He died on the road

He never had enough money to pay his room or board

And he was a friend of mine

 

I stole away and cried. I stole away and cried

'Cause I never had too much money and I never been quite satisfied

And he was a friend of mine

 

He never done no wrong. He never done no wrong

A thousand miles from home and he never harmed no one

And he was a friend of mine

 

He was a friend of mine. He was a friend of mine

Every time I hear his name, Lord I just can't keep from cryin'

'Cause he was a friend of mine.

 

2 July 1962, Montreal, Canada, Finjan Club. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection

 

He was a friend of mine. He was a friend of mine

Every time I think o' his name, God, I just can't keep from cryin'

'Cause he was a friend of mine

 

He died on the road. He died on the road

He never had that much money to pay his room and board

And he was a friend of mine

 

I stole away and cried. I stole away and cried

'Cause I never had that much money and I never been quite satisfied

And he was a friend of mine

 

He was never that bad. He was never that bad

He was a friend of mine. One of the very best I had

And he was a friend of mine

 

He never done no wrong. He never done no wrong

A thousand miles away, yes, and he never harmed no one

Yes, and he was a friend of mine

 

He was a friend of mine. He was a friend of mine

Every time I think his name, God I just can't keep from cryin'

'Cause he was a friend of mine.

 

VARIATIONS He Was A Friend Of Mine

 

Verse 1

Never had 'enough money to pay his fine                                                                           Sept 1961, First Gaslight Tape

Every time I think about him now, Lord I just can't keep from cryin'                          20 Nov 1961, Outtake Bob Dylan

Every time I think his name, God, I just can't keep from cryin'                                    2 Jul 1962, Montreal, Finjan Club

 

Verse 2

Never had 'enough money or sufficient clothes                                                                 Sept 1961, First Gaslight Tape

He never had enough money to pay his room or board                                               20 Nov 1961, Outtake Bob Dylan

He never had that much money to pay his room and board                                       2 Jul 1962, Montreal, Finjan Club

 

Between verse 3 and 4

He was never that bad, He was never that bad                                                             2 Jul 1962, Canada, Finjan Club

He was a friend of mine, one of the very best I had

Yes, and he was a friend of mine

 

Verse 4

A thousand miles from home, Lord, he never harmed no one                                        Sept 1961, First Gaslight Tape

A thousand miles from home and he never harmed no one                                       20 Nov 1961, Outtake Bob Dylan

A thousand miles away, yes, and he never harmed no one                                         2 Jul 1962, Canada, Finjan Club

 

He was a Friend of Mine 196109?a, 19611120, 19620702

 

 

Talking Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues (Bob Dylan)

First performed September 1961, New York City, New York, Gaslight

 

September 1961, New York City, New York, Gaslight Café. The First Gaslight Tape. On bootleg Man On The Street Vol.1, disk 2

 

I saw it advertised one day, Bear Mountain picnic was comin’ my way

Come along with us, take a trip, we’ll transport you up there on a ship

Bring the wife and kids. Fun for all. Yippee!

 

Well, I run right down ’n’ bought a ticket to this here thing called the Bear Mountain Picnic

Little did I realize I was in for a nice, pleasant surprise

Had nothin’ to do with picnics.

Didn't come close to a mountain. I'm scared of bears

 

Took the wife ’n’ kids down to the pier, six thousand people there

Everybody had a ticket for the trip, oh well, I said, it’s a pretty big ship. Besides, the more the merrier

Well, we all got on ’n’ what d’ ya think, that big old boat started t’ sink

More people kept a-pilin’ on, that old ship was a-goin’ down

Hey, this ain't no way to start a picnic

 

Well, I soon lost track of m’ kids ’n’ wife, so many people I never saw in m’ life

That old ship sinkin’ down in the water, six thousand people fighting each other

Dogs a-barkin’, kids a-squalling’. Women a-crying', fists a-flyin’. Maybe we just better call off the picnic

 

I got shoved down ’n’ pushed around, all I could hear there was a moanin' sound

Don’t remember anymore, got knocked out, wakin' up on the shore

My arms was busted, feet were cracked, couldn't walk, couldn't see, couldn't talk

couldn't feel, lucky to be alive though

 

Feelin’ like I climbed outa m’ casket, I grabbed back hold of m’ picnic basket

Took the wife ’n’ kids ’n’ started home, wishin’ I’d never got up that morn. Cursing picnics

 

Now, I don’t care just what you do, if you wanta have a picnic, that’s up t’ you

Don’t tell me about it, I don’t wanta hear it, see, I just lost all m’ picnic spirit

Stay in m’ kitchen, have my picnics in the bathroom

 

Well, it don’t seem to me quite so funny what some of these people are gonna do f’r money

There’s a bran’ new gimmick every day just t’ take somebody’s money away

I think we oughta take all these people, put ’em on a boat, send ’em up to Bear Mountain, for a picnic

 

25 April 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A, 2nd Freewheelin’ Session

Released on: The Bootleg Series Vol. 1

 

Well, I saw it advertised one day that the Bear Mountain picnic was comin’ my way

Come along ’n’ take a trip, we’ll bring you up there on a ship

Bring the wife and family. Bring the whole kids. Yippee!

 

Well, I run right down ’n’ bought a ticket to this thing called Bear Mountain Picnic

Little did I realize I was in for a pleasant funny surprise

Had nothin’ to do with picnics. Didn’t come close to a mountain. I hate bears

 

Took the wife ’n’ kids down to the pier, there were six thousand people there

Everybody had a ticket for the trip, oh well, I said, it’s a pretty big ship. Besides, anyhow, the more the merrier

Well, we all got on ’n’ what d’ ya think, that big old boat started t’ sink

More people kept a-pilin’ on, that old ship was a-goin’ down. Funny way t’ start a picnic

 

Well, I soon lost track of m’ kids ’n’ wife, so many people I never saw in m’ life

That old ship sinkin’ down in the water, there were six thousand people tryin’ t’ kill each other

Dogs a-barkin’, cats a-screamin’, women are yellin’, men a-flyin’, fists are flyin

Paper flying, cops a-comin’, me a-runnin. Maybe we just better call off the picnic

 

I got shoved down got pushed around, all I remember was a moanin’ sound

Don’t remember one thing more, all I remember ‘s wakin’ up on a the shore

My arms and legs are broken, my feet were splintered. My head was cracked

I couldn’t walk, couldn’t talk, smell, feel, couldn’t see

I didn’t know where I was, I was bald. But lucky to be alive though

 

Well, feelin’ like I just climbed outa m’ casket, I grabbed back hold of m’ picnic basket

Took the wife ’n’ kids ’n’ started home, wishin’ I’d never got up that mornin’

 

Now, I don’t care just what you do, if you wanta have a picnic, that’s up t’ you

But don’t tell me about it, I don’t wanta hear it, ’cause, see, I just lost all m’ picnic spirit

Stay in m’ kitchen, have s pic…. have a picnic in the bathroom

 

Well, it don’t seem to me quite so funny what some people are gonna do f’r money

There’s a bran’ new gimmick every day, just to take somebody’s money away

I think we ought to take some o’ these people, put ’em on a boat, send ’em up to Bear Mountain

For a picnic

 

VARIATIONS Talking Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues

 

verse 5 And 6

                                                                                                              Sep 1961, New York City, New York, Gaslight Café

Dogs a-barkin’, kids a-squalling’, women a-crying', fists a-flyin’, maybe we just better call off the picnic

 

I got shoved down ’n’ pushed around, all I could hear there was a moanin' sound

Don’t remember anymore, got knocked out, wakin' up on the shore

My arms was busted, feet were cracked, couldn't walk, couldn't see, couldn't talk

couldn't feel, lucky to be alive though

 

                                                                                4 November 1961, New York City, New York, Carnegie Chapter Hall

Dogs a-barkin’, cats a-screamin’, women a-yellin’, men a-comin’, fists a-flyin’

Cats running, dishes overthrown, me a runnin’, cops a-comin’

Maybe we just better call off the picnic

 

Arms were busted, feet were busted, head was cracked, stomach was split open

Couldn’t walk, talk, see, think, feel, crawl, couldn’t move, I was bald, naked

But lucky to be alive though

 

                                                                                                                                             10 May 1963, Brandeis University

Dogs a-barkin’, cats a-meowin', women are screamin', fists a-flyin’, men a-yellin'

Cops a-comin’, me a-runnin’, maybe we just better call off the picnic

 

My arms are busted, my legs were sprained, my stomach was cracked, my feet were splintered

I was blind, I couldn't walk, I couldn't talk, I couldn't smell, I couldn't walk,crawl, feel, touch

I was bald, I was naked, but lucky to be alive though

 

                                                                                      2 February 1962, New York City, New York, Leeds Music Demos

Dogs a-barkin’, cats a-meowin’. women screamin’, fists a-flyin’, babies cryin’

Cops a-comin’, me a-runnin’, maybe we just better call off the picnic

 

I got shoved down ’n’ pushed around, all I could hear there was a screamin’ sound

Don’t remember one thing more, just remember wakin’ up on on the shore

Head busted, stomach cracked, feet splintered, I was bald, naked, quite lucky to be alive though

 

                                                                                                                                    25 Apr 1962, 2nd Freewheelin’Session

Dogs a-barkin’, cats a-screamin’,women are yellin’, men a-flyin’, fists are flyin

Paper flying, cops a-comin’, me a-runnin’, maybe we just better call off the picnic

 

My arms and legs are broken, my feet were splintered, my head was cracked, I couldn’t walk

Couldn’t talk, smell, feel, couldn’t see, I didn’t know where I was, I was bald

But lucky to be alive though

 

Talkin’ Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues 196109?a, 19611104, 196202?b, 19620425, 19630510

 

 

Song To Woody (Bob Dylan)

First performed September 1961, New York City, New York, Gaslight

 

September 1961, New York City, New York, Gaslight Café. First Gaslight Tape. On bootleg Man On The Street Vol. 1, disc 2

 

’M out here a thousand miles from my home, walkin’ a road other men gone down

Seein’ world people and things, hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings

 

Hey, hey, Woody, I wrote you a song. ’Bout a funny old’ world that’s comin' along

Sick an’ hungry, it’s tired an’ it’s torn, it looks like it’s a-dyin’ and never been born

 

Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know. All the things I’m a-sayin’ an’ a-many times more

I’m a-singin’ you this song, but I can’t sing enough,

’Cause there’s not many men who done the things that you’ve done

 

Here’s to Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly too. An’ to all good people that traveled with you

Here’s to the hearts and the hands of the men that come with the dust and are gone with the wind

 

I’m a-leavin’ tomorrow, but I could leave today. Somewhere down the road someday

The very last thing that I’d want to do is to say I’ve been hittin’ some hard travelin’ too

 

20 November 1961, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios. Released on: Bob Dylan

 

I’m out here a thousand miles from my home. Walkin’ a road other men have gone down

I’m seein’ your world of people and things, hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings

 

Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song ’bout a funny ol’ world that’s a-comin’ along

Seems sick an’ it’s hungry, it’s tired an’ it’s torn, it looks like it’s a-dyin’ an’ it’s hardly been born

 

Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know. All the things that I’m a-sayin’ an’ a-many times more

I’m a-singin’ you this song, but I can’t sing enough

’Cause there’s not many men that done the things that you’ve done

 

Here’s to Cisco an’ Sonny an’ Leadbelly too. An’ to all the good people that traveled with you

Here’s to the hearts and the hands of the men that come with the dust and are gone with the wind

 

I’m a-leavin’ tomorrow, but I could leave today. Somewhere down the road someday

The very last thing that I’d want to do is to say I’ve been hittin’ some hard travelin’ too

 

VARIATONS Song To Woody. Compared with the take released on Bob Dylan, recorded 20 November 1961, Columbia Recording Studio.

 

I’m out here a thousand miles from my home

Walkin’ a road other men have gone down

     Walkin’ a road other men gone down                                                                             Sept 1961, First Gaslight Tape

I’m seein’ your world of people and things

     I’m seein’ your world of places and things                                                                   1 May 1970, NMRS, BD1970-1

Hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings

     Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings                                                   1 May 1970, NMRS, BD1970-1

 

Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song

     Hey, hey, Woody, I wrote you a song                                                                             Sep 1961, First Gaslight Tape

Bout a funny ol’ world that’s a-comin’ along

     ’Bout a funny ol’ world that’s rollin' along                                                              4 Nov 1961, Carnegie Chapter Hall

Seems sick an’ it’s hungry, it’s tired an’ it’s torn

     Seems sick an’ it’s hungry, it’s a-tired an’ it’s a-torn                                                   1 May 1970, NMRS, BD1970-1

It looks like it’s a-dyin’ an’ it’s hardly been born

     It seems to be a-dyin’ yet it’s hardly been born                                                           1 May 1970, NMRS, BD1970-1

 

Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know

     Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know                                                    Sep 1961, First Gaslight Tape

All the things that I’m a-sayin’ an’ a-many times more

     All the things I’m a-sayin’ and a-many times more                                                     1 May 1970, NMRS, BD1970-1

I’m a-singin’ you this song, but I can’t sing enough

’Cause there’s not many men that done the things that you’ve done

     Oh, there’s not many men that done the things that you’ve done                            1 May 1970, NMRS, BD1970-1

 

Here’s to Cisco an’ Sonny an’ Leadbelly too

And to all the good people that traveled with you

Here’s to the hearts and the hands of the men

     Here’s to the hearts and the hands of the men                                                             Sep 1961, First Gaslight Tape

     Here’s to the hands and the hearts of the men                                                           1 May 1970, NMRS, BD1970-1

That come with the dust and are gone with the wind

 

I’m a-leavin’ tomorrow, but I could leave today

Somewhere down the road someday

The very last thing that I’d want to do

Is to say I’ve been hittin’ some hard travelin’ too

 

Song to Woody 196109?a, 19611104, 19611120, 19700501, 19740103, 19740106EVE

 

 

Listen, Robert Moses (Bob Dylan

Early sixties. Mentioned in Isis

 

Listen Robert Moses, listen if you can,

It's all about our neighbourhood that you're trying to condemn

We aren't going to sit back and see our homes torn down

So take your superhighway and keep it out of town.

 

We won't be moved Buddy we won't be moved

We're fighting for our rights and we won't be moved

We're fighting for our rights from our heads to our shoes

We're fighting for our homes and we aren't going to lose

 

For twenty long years there's been a shadow hanging round

That anyday the bulldozers will throw our houses down

We're going to lift the shadow once and all for good

We don't want a superhighway we want a neighbourhood

 

Some of us are young and some of us are old

But none of us like to be thrown out in the cold

Are we squatters in the city that we are living in?

Will we stand up for our rights or be scattering the wind?

 

Up and down Mulberry, Delancy Street and Spring

Chrystie and Canal Streets, you hear our voices ring

From Elizabeth to Thompson, to Varrick Street and Broome

We're trying to save our streets from that superhighway doom

 

Too many other people have been driven from their doors

To make room for some highway or else some fancy stores

They've been forced to leave their homes and all their roots behind

And dwell in housing projects, the reservation kind

 

It's time to make a stand, it's time to try and save

This ere neighbourhood of 'curs for it lands down in the grave

So hold up your banners and raise tem to the wind

We'll stand here and fight, and fight until we win.

 

 

Mean Ol' Mississippi Blues (Bob Dylan)

Summer 1961. Lyrics Left by Bob Dylan at the Home of eve and Mac Mckenzie.

 

 

The Great Chicagoan (Bob Dylan)

Summer 1961. Lyrics Left by Bob Dylan at the Home of eve and Mac Mckenzie. Mentioned by Clinton Heylin In his book Revolution In The Air - The Songs Of Bob Dylan Vol. 1

 

 

Ranger's Command (Woody Guthrie)

First performed Late September 1961 New York City, New York, Gerde's

 

Late September 1961 New York City, New York, Gerde's Folk City. On bootleg: I Was So Much Older Then Vol. 1

 

Come all of you cowboys all over this land and I'll tell you a story of the Ranger's Command

To hold a six shooter and never to run as long as there's bullets in both of your guns

 

I met a fair maiden whose name I don't know and I asked her to the roundup with me would she go

She said she would go to the cold roundup and drink their hard liquor from the cold, bitter cup

 

We started for the roundup in the fall of the year, hoping to get there with a herd of fat steer

But the outlaws they'd jump us in the dark dreary night, she 'rose from her warm bed, a battle to fight

 

Sayin', come all you cowboys and don't ever run as long as there's bullets in both of your guns

Well, the lightning did flash and down came the rain, along come the bullets and it dashed out her brain

 

Come all of you cowboys and don't ever run as long as there's bullets in both of your guns

Ranger's Command. 196109?b

 

 

Railroading On The Great Divide (Sara Carter Bayes)

First performed Late September 1961 New York City, New York, Gerde's

 

Late September 1961 New York City, New York, Gerde's Folk City. On bootleg: I Was So Much Older Then Vol. 1

 

In nineteen-ten I started to roam, out in the West, no money, no home

And I went rolling along with the tide, I found myself on the Great Divide

 

Railroading on the Great Divide. nothing around me but Rockies and sky

There you'll find me as years go by, railroading on the Great Divide

 

A skinny old-timer from old Cheyenne, railroading Wyoming, the best in the land

The long steel rail, that short cross-tie, all roll around the Great Divide

 

And it's railroading on the Great Divide, nothing around me but Rockies and sky

And it's there you'll find me as years go by, railroading on the Great Divide

 

I Rumbled and rambled all over your land, from old California to the New York Island

And the old [???] she's a-going with fire, she's rolling on the mission on the great divide

 

And it's railroading on the Great Divide, nothing around me but Rockies and sky

There you'll find me as years go by, railroading on the Great Divide

 

Railroading On The Great Divide. 196109?b

 

 

See That My Grave Is Kept Clean = One Kind Favor

One Kind Favor (Blind Lemon Jefferson)

First performed Late September 1961 New York City, Gerde's Folk City

 

22 November 1961, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Bob Dylan session #4. Released on Bob Dylan

 

Well, there's one kind-a favor I'll ask of you. Well, there's one kind-a favor I'll ask of you

There's just one kind favor I'll ask of you. You can see that my grave is kept clean

 

And there's two white horses following me. And there's two white horses following me

I got two white horses following me. Waiting on my burying ground

 

Did you ever hear that coffin sound. Did you ever hear that coffin sound

Did you ever hear that coffin sound. Means another poor boy is underground

 

Did you ever hear them church bells tone. Have you ever hear that church bells tone

Did you ever hear them church bells tone. Means another poor boy is dead and gone

 

And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold. And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold

And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold. Now I believe what the bible told

 

There's just one last favor I'll ask of you. And there's one last favor I'll ask of you

There's just one last favor I'll ask of you. See that my grave is kept clean.

 

VARIATIONS See That My Grave Is Kept Clean. Compared with the take released on Bob Dylan. Recorded 22 November 1961, Bob Dylan session #4

 

Well, there's one kind-a favor I'll ask of you

Well, there's one kind-a favor I'll ask of you

     And there's one kind-a favor I'll ask of you                                                          22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

There's just one kind favor I'll ask of you

     And there's one kind favor I'll ask of you                                                             22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

     Well, there's one kind favor I'll ask of you                                                    15 Oct 1962, The Second Gaslight Tape

You can see that my grave is kept clean

     Please see that my grave is kept clean                                                        15 Oct 1962, The Second Gaslight Tape

     Won't you please see that my grave is kept clean                                                               Mar – Oct 1967, Bog Pink

 

And there's two white horses following me

     And there's two white horses on my trail                                                             22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

     Now, there's six white horses in the burying ground                                                            Mar – Oct 1967, Bog Pink

And there's two white horses following me

     And there's two white horses on my trail                                                             22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

     Well, there's six white horses in the burying ground                                                            Mar – Oct 1967, Bog Pink

I got two white horses following me

     And there's two white horses on my trail                                                             22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

     Well, there's six white horses in the burying ground                                                            Mar – Oct 1967, Bog Pink

Waiting on my burying ground

     All standin' in line when they lay my body down                                                                   Mar – Oct 1967, Bog Pink

 

     Have you ever seen that hearse wagon roll outta town?                           15 Oct 1962, The Second Gaslight Tape

     Have you ever seen that hearse wagon roll outta town?                           15 Oct 1962, The Second Gaslight Tape

     Have you ever seen it roll outta town?                                                         15 Oct 1962, The Second Gaslight Tape

     Then I believe ya know what I'm talkin' about                                             15 Oct 1962, The Second Gaslight Tape

 

Did you ever hear that coffin sound

     Have you ever heard that coffin sound                                                         15 Oct 1962, The Second Gaslight Tape

Did you ever hear that coffin sound

     Have you ever heard that coffin sound                                                         15 Oct 1962, The Second Gaslight Tape

Did you ever hear that coffin sound

     Have you ever heard that coffin sound                                                         15 Oct 1962, The Second Gaslight Tape

Means another poor boy is underground

 

     You can dig my gave with a bloody spade                                                          22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

     You can dig my gave with a bloody spade                                                          22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

     You can dig my gave with a bloody spade                                                          22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

     You can see that my digging gets well paid                                                        22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

          Please see that my digger gets well paid                                               15 Oct 1962, The Second Gaslight Tape

 

     It's a long old road that never ends                                                                      22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

     It's a long old road that never ends                                                                      22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

     It's a long old trail that never turns                                                                        22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

     It's a bad wind that never changes                                                                       22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

 

Did you ever hear them church bells tone

Have you ever hear that church bells tone

Did you ever hear them church bells tone

Means another poor boy is dead and gone

     [Verse not sung]                                                                                                       22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

 

And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold

     Well, my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold                             22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold

     Well, my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold                             22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold

     Well, my heart stopped beating and, lord, and my hands turned cold            22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

Now I believe what the bible told

 

There's just one last favor I'll ask of you

     Well, there's one kind favor I'll ask of you                                                           22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

And there's one last favor I'll ask of you

     Well, there's one kind favor I'll ask of you                                                           22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

There's just one last favor I'll ask of you

     Well, there's one kind favor I'll ask of you                                                           22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

See that my grave is kept clean.

 

One Kind Favor [See That My Grave Is Kept Clean]. 19611122#4, 19611222, 19620920, 19621015, 196703>10

 

 

Ain't No More Cane (Traditional)

First performed Late September 1961 New York City, New York, Gerde's

 

15 October 1962, New York City, New York, Gaslight Café, The Second Gaslight Tape. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1962

 

Ain't no more cane on the Brazos, oh, oh, oh

They done ground it all to molasses, mm, mm, mm

 

Should've been on the river in 1910, mm, mm, mm

They was driving the women just like men, mm, mm, mm

 

Should've been on the river in 1905, oh, oh

Find yourself lucky to be alive, oh, oh, oh

 

Go down Old Hannah, don't you rise no more, mm, mm, mm

Don't you rise till Judgment Day, mm, mm, mm

 

Ain't no more cane on the Brazos, mm, mm, mm

They've done ground it all to molasses, mm, mm, mm

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. (Info Olof Björner) #1. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Ain't no more cane on the Brazos, mm, mm, mm, mm

They done ground that all up into molasses, mm, mm, mm

 

Should have been on the river in 1904, mm, mm, mm, mm

There you found near the dead body near the ever single door, mm, mm, mm

 

Should have been on the river in 1910, mm, mm, mm, mm

They was drivin' the women just like they drivin' the men, mm, mm, mm

 

Go down, little Hannah, don't you rise no more, mm, mm, mm, mm

Don't you rise no more up until the Judgement Day is for sure, mm, mm, mm

 

Ain't no more cane on the Brazos, mm, mm, mm, mm

They done ground that all up into molasses, mm, mm, mm

 

VARIATIONS Ain't No More Cane.

 

Should have been on the river in 1904, mm, mm, mm, mm                                                      Mar – Oct 1967, Pig Pink

There you found near the dead body near the ever single door, mm, mm, mm

 

Should've been on the river in 1905, oh, oh                                                                  15 Oct 1961, NYC, Gaslight Café

Find yourself lucky to be alive, oh, oh, oh

 

Should've been on the river in 1910, mm, mm, mm                                                     15 Oct 1961, NYC, Gaslight Café

They was driving the women just like men, mm, mm, mm

 

Should have been on the river in 1910, mm, mm, mm, mm                                                      Mar – Oct 1967, Pig Pink

They was drivin' the women just like they drivin' the men, mm, mm, mm

 

Go down Old Hannah, don't you rise no more, mm, mm, mm                                   15 Oct 1961, NYC, Gaslight Café

Don't you rise till Judgment Day, mm, mm, mm

 

Go down, little Hannah, don't you rise no more, mm, mm, mm, mm                                       Mar – Oct 1967, Pig Pink

Don't you rise no more up until the Judgement Day is for sure, mm, mm, mm

 

Ain't No More Cane. 19621015, 196703>10#1#2

 

 

Dink's Song (Fare Thee Well) (Traditional, arr. John, Alan Lomax)

. First performed Late September 1961 New York City, Gerde's Folk City

 

22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota, The Home Of Bonnie Beecher. Minnesota Hotel Tape. On Ramblin' Round Minneapolis

 

If I had wings like Noah's dove, I’d fly the river to the one I love

Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

 

I had a man who was long and tall, moved his body like a cannonball

Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

 

Remember one evening. Was drizzling rain and around my heart I felt an aching pain

Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

 

Once I wore my apron low. Can I keep you away from my door

Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

 

Now my apron is up to my chin. You pass my door but you never come in

Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

 

Mighty river runs muddy and wild. Can’t care the bloody for my unborn child

Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

 

Number nine train won’t do no harm. Number nine train take my poor baby home

Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

 

Fastest man I ever saw skipped Missouri on the way to Arkansas

Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

 

18 April 1976, Lakeland, Florida, Civic Center. On open source, internet, YouTube

 

Duet with Joan Baez

 

If I had wings like Noah's dove, I’d fly up the river to the one I love

Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well

 

One of these this mornings, rain and fear, I spread my wings [???]

Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well

 

One of these mornings, it won't be long, you look for me and I'll be gone

Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well

 

I had a woman, she was long and tall and she moved her body like a cannonball

Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well

 

If I had wings like Noah's dove, I’d fly up the river to the one I love

Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well

Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well

 

Dink's Song. 19611222, 19760425

 

 

Pretty Boy Floyd (Woodie Guthrie)

Written by (Woodie Guthrie). First performed Late September 1961 New York City, New York, Gerde's

 

3 July 1975, New York City, New York, Other End Club

 

Jack Elliott vocals, Bob Dylan, backup vocal and guitar

 

If you'll gather 'round me, people, a story, I will tell

About Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well

 

It was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon

His wife beside him in a wagon as into town they rode

 

There a deputy sheriff approached him in a manner rather rude

Using vulgar words of language an' his wife, she overheard

 

Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain, the deputy grabbed his gun

And in the fight that followed he laid that deputy down

 

Now, he took to the hills and timber to live the life of shame

Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name

 

It was in Oklahoma City, it was on a Christmas Day

Come a car load of groceries and a letter that did say

 

You say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief

Now, here's a Christmas dinner for the families on relief

 

Well, it's through this world I've rambled, I've seen lots of funny men

Some will rob you with a six-gun and some with a fountain pen

 

And it's through I'm bound to travel and it's trough the night we roam

You won't never see an outlaw, drive a family from their home

 

Sunset Sound Studios

 

16 June 1987, Hollywood, Los Angeles, California, Down In The Groove recording session

 

If you'll gather 'round me, people, a story, I will tell

About Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well

 

It was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon

His wife beside him in a wagon and into town they rode

 

There a deputy sheriff approached him in a manner rather rude

Using vulgar words of language and his wife, she overheard

 

Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain and the deputy grabbed his gun

And in the fight that followed he laid that deputy down

 

Now, he took to the hills and timber to live the life of shame

Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name

 

He took to the trees and timber on the Canadian River shore

And pretty boy found a welcome at every farmers door

 

Others tell you of a stranger that come to beg a meal

And underneath the napkin left a thousand-dollar bill

 

't was in Oklahoma City, it was on a Christmas Day

There come a whole car load of groceries and a letter that did say

 

You say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief

Well, here's a Christmas dinner for the families on relief

 

Well, it's through this world I've rambled, I've seen lots of funny men

Some will rob you with a six-gun and some with a fountain pen

 

But it's through this world you ramble, it's trough the night you roam

You won't never see an outlaw, drive a family from their home

 

Pretty Boy Floyd. 19750703, 19870616

 

 

In The Pines (Huddie 'Leadbelly' Leadbetter)

First performed Late September 1961 New York City, New York, Gerde's Folk City

 

4 November 1961, New York City, New York, Carnegie Chapter Hall. On bootleg Man On The Street Vol.1, cd 3

 

This is a story about a little girl, running all over, finding out all about life. She's gone out at night coming home, keeping late hours, finding out about... just, what makes up life. Eleven years old

 

Little girl, little girl, oh, where you been so long? Not even your mama knows

In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines and I shivered the whole night long

 

My daddy, he was a railroad man, killed a mile and a half from town

His head, was found neath' the driving wheel and his body has never been found

 

You made me love you, four thousand times and you've taken all the love I had to give

You've taken my house, you've taken my love, I'll never love as long as I live

 

Little girl, little girl, where you been so long? Not even your mama knows

In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines and I shivered the whole night long

 

12 January 1990, Toad's Place, New Haven, Connecticut. On bootleg Toad's Place Vol.2

 

The longest train I ever seen was on the Georgia line

The engine fast it seeks a cart and it came past by last night

 

In the pines, in the pines where the sun never shines and I shivered where the cold winds blow

 

Black girl, black girl, don't you lie to me, tell me where did you sleep last night

In the pines, in the pines where the sun never shines and I shivered where the cold winds blow

 

I asked my captain for the time of day. He got so mad he threw his watch away

The long steel rail that shone 'cross town, I'm on my way back home

 

In the pines, in the pines where the sun never shines and I shivered where the cold winds blow

 

In the pines, in the pines where the sun never shines and I shivered where the cold winds blow

 

In The Pines. 19611104, 19900112

 

 

Swing And Turn Jubilee (Traditional)

First performed 29 September 1961, New York City, New York

 

29 September 1961, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios. Released on Carolyn Hester

 

Sideman. Dylan plays harmonica at Carolyn Hester studio session

 

Swing And Turn Jubilee. 19610929

 

 

Come Back, Baby (Traditional)

First performed 29 September 1961, New York City, New York

 

29 September 1961, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios. Released on Carolyn Hester

 

Sideman. Dylan plays harmonica at Carolyn Hester studio session

 

 

Los Biblicos (Traditional)

First performed 29 September 1961, New York City, New York

 

29 September 1961, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios. Released on Carolyn Hester

 

Sideman. Dylan plays harmonica at Carolyn Hester studio session

 

Los Biblicos. 19610929

 

 

I'll Fly Away (Albert E. Brumley)

First performed 29 September 1961, New York City, New York

 

29 September 1961, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios. Released on Carolyn Hester

 

Sideman. Dylan plays harmonica at Carolyn Hester studio session

 

I'll Fly Away. 19610929

 

 

Virgin Mary (Traditional)

First performed 29 September 1961, New York City, New York

 

29 September 1961, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios. Released on Carolyn Hester

 

Sideman. Dylan plays harmonica at Carolyn Hester studio session

 

Virgin Mary.19610929

 

 

Brooklyn Girls (Bob Dylan)

1961. Handwritten Lyrics Auctioned On Internet On 24 Jun 2006

 

 

Mississippi River Blues (Bob Dylan)

1961. Lyrics Auctioned On Internet, 2006

 

 

Way Down Yonder (Bob Dylan)

1961. Lyrics Auctioned On Internet On 24 Jun 2006

 

 

Sally Girl [Sally Gal] (Traditional)

First performed 29 October 1961, New York City, New York

 

29 October 1961, New York City, New York, WNYC Radio Studio, Oscar Brand’s Folk Song Festival. On bootleg I Was So Much Younger Then Vol. 4

 

Well, I’m gonna get you Sally gal, I’m gonna get you Sally gal

I’m gonna get you Sally gal, I’m gonna get you Sally gal

 

Well, I’m just one of them rambling men, ramblin’ since I don’t know when

Here I come and I’m a-gone again, Sally says I got no end

 

I’m gonna get you Sally gal, I’m gonna get you Sally gal

I’m gonna get you Sally gal, I’m gonna get you Sally gal

 

Well, the long old train around the road, Sally says is bound to go

Sally says I'm bound to go, Sally, she ought to know

 

I’m gonna get you Sally gal, I’m gonna get you Sally gal

I’m gonna get you Sally gal, I’m gonna get you Sally gal

 

VARIATIONS Sally Girl. Compared with the take on bootleg I Was So Much Younger Then Vol. 4. Recorded 29 October 1961, New York City, New York, WNYC Radio Studio, Oscar Brand’s Folk Song Festival

 

Well, I’m gonna get you Sally gal, I’m gonna get you Sally gal

I’m gonna get you Sally gal, I’m gonna get you Sally gal

 

Well, I’m just one of them rambling men, ramblin’ since I don’t know when

Here I come and I’m a-gone again, Sally says I got no end

 

I’m gonna get you Sally gal, I’m gonna get you Sally gal

I’m gonna get you Sally gal, I’m gonna get you Sally gal

 

Well, the long old train around the road, Sally says is bound to go

     This old train around the track, get my leave, I want be back                          22 Dec 1962, Minnesota Hotel Tape

Sally says I'm bound to go, Sally, she ought to know

     Sally says I got no end, all my money in here I spend                                      22 Dec 1962, Minnesota Hotel Tape

 

I’m going to get you Sally girl. I’m going to get you Sally girl

I’m going to get you Sally girl. I’m going to get you Sally girl

 

Sally Gal 19611029, 19611222, 19620424#1#2#3, 19620425#4#5,19620922

 

 

The Girl I Left Behind (Traditional)

First performed 29 October 1961, New York City, New York

 

29 October 1961, New York City, New York, WNYC Radio Studio, Oscar Brand’s Folk Song Festival. On bootleg I Was So Much Younger Then Vol. 4

 

There was a wealthy old farmer that lived in the county nearby

He had a lovin' daughter on whom I cast my eye

She was pretty fair and handsome and did so very fine

There was no girl in the county with her that could compare

 

I asked her if she'd be willing to let me cross over the plains

She said it would be alright with her just so I'd return again

She said that she'd be true to me till death would be unkind

We kissed, shook hands, and parted, I left my girl behind

 

Out in a western city, boys a town you all know well

Where everyone was friendly, they'd show me all around

Where work an' money was plentiful and the girls to me were kind

But the only girl I thought about was the girl I'd left behind

 

One day when I was ramblin' 'round down by the public square

The mail coach it came in and I met the mail boy there

He handed me a letter, gave me to understand

That the girl I left in old Texas, she married another man

 

I turned myself all around and around not knowing what else to do

I read down a little pace further just to see if these words were true

It's drinkin' I throw over, card playin' I'll resign

For the only girl I ever did love was the girl I left behind

 

Come around, you ramblin' gamblin' men and listen while I tell

If it does to you no good, kind friends, I'm a-sure it will do you no harm

If you ever find you a fair young maid just marry her while you can

For if you ever cross over the plain she'll marry another man

 

The Girl I Left Behind. 19611029

 

 

Fixin' To Die (Bukka White)

First performed late October 1961, New York City, New York, Izzy Young’s

 

20 November 1961, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Bob Dylan recording sessions #3. Released on Bob Dylan

 

Feelin funny in my mind lord, I believe I'm fixin to die

Feelin funny in my mind lord, I believe I'm fixin to die

Well, I don't mind dyin' but I hate to leave my children cryin'

 

Well, look over yonder to that buryin ground

Look over yonder to that buryin' ground

Sure seems lonesome, Lord when the sun goes down

 

Feelin' funny in my eyes lord, I believe I'm fixin to die, fixin to die.

Feelin' funny in my eyes lord, I believe I'm fixin to die

Well, I don't mind dyin' but I hate to leave my children cryin'

 

Well, there's black smoke risin' lord, it's risin' up above my head,  up above my head

Well, there's black smoke risin' lord, it's risin' up above my head

Can tell Jesus, Make up my dyin' bed

 

Well, I'm walkin' kinda funny lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die

Yes I'm walkin' kinda funny lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die, fixin' to die

Well, I don't mind dyin' but I hate to leave my children

 

Early February 1962, New York City, New York, WBAI Studios. Cynthia Gooding radio show. On bootleg Man On The Street Vol. 1, disc 5

 

Well, I'm looking funny in my mind, ma, I believe I'm fixin' to die

Well, I'm looking funny in my mind, ma, I believe I'm fixin' to die

Well, I don't mind dyin' but I hate to leave my children cryin'

 

Well, look over yonder, to that buryin’ ground, to that buryin ground

Well, look over yonder, to that buryin’ ground

Yonder stands the grave of King Solomon, I'm sure he won't let me down

 

Well, I'm looking funny in my mind, ma, I believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die

Well, I'm looking funny in my mind, ma, I believe I'm fixin' to die, I believe I'm fixin' to die

Well, I don't mind dyin' but I hate to leave my children cryin''

 

Well, there's a black smoke risin', Lord, it's risin' up above my head, up above my head

Well, there's a black smoke risin', Lord, it's risin' up above my head, up above my head

Well, you can tell Jesus, make up my dyin' bed

 

Well, I'm lookin' funny in my mind, Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die

Well, I'm lookin' funny in my mind, Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die, I believe I'm fixin' to die

Well, I don't mind dyin' but I hate to leave my children cryin'

 

Well, your mama treated me like I was a baby child, like I was a baby child, baby child

Well, your mama treated me like I was a baby child like I was a baby child, like I was a baby child

That's why I can't come home, Lord, I can't wait to come home to die. Can't wait to come home to die

Let me come home to die, let me come home to die

 

Yes I'm lookin' funny in my mind, Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die, I believe I'm fixin' to die

Well, I'm lookin' funny in my mind, Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die

Well, I don't mind dyin' but I hate to leave my children cryin

 

VARIATIONS

 

Well, I'm feelin' funny in my eyes, Lord                                                                       4 Nov 1961, Carnegie Chapter Hall

Lord, I'm feelin' funny in my mind                                                                                4 Nov 1961, Carnegie Chapter Hall

Well, look over yonder, to that buryin ground                                                            4 Nov 1961, Carnegie Chapter Hall

Well, I've had aches in my back                                                                                   4 Nov 1961, Carnegie Chapter Hall

It's a funny old road, Lord, I just can't see no end                                                     4 Nov 1961, Carnegie Chapter Hall

Well, there's black smoke risin' lord, it's risin' up above my head                                        20 Nov 1961, on Bob Dylan

Well, I'm walkin' kinda funny lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die                                                    20 Nov 1961, on Bob Dylan

Well, I'm looking funny in my mind, ma                                                   Early February 1962, New York, WBAI Studios

Well, your mama treated me like I was a baby child                            Early February 1962, New York, WBAI Studios

That's why I can't come home, Lord                                                        Early February 1962, New York, WBAI Studios

 

Fixin' To Die.19611104, 19611120#3, 196202?a

 

 

Pretty Peggy-O (Traditional, arr. Bob Dylan)

First performed 4 November 1961, New York City, New York

 

4 November 1961, New York City, New York, Carnegie Chapter Hall. On bootleg: Carnegie Chapter Hall. On Man On The Street Vol.1, cd 3

 

As we marched down, as we marched down, as we marched down to Fennario

Well, the captain fell in love with a lady like a dove and her name that she had was Pretty Peggy-O

 

What will your mother say, what will your mother say, what will your mother say, Pretty Peggy-O

What will your mother say to know you're going away, you'll never be back in the country-o

 

Well… the captain he is gone, the captain he is gone, the captain he is gone, Pretty Peggy-O

Well, the captain he is gone, He’s gone far to home, he’s gone somewhere with the rodeo

 

Well, the captain he is dead, the captain he is dead, the captain he is dead, Pretty Peggy-O

Well, the captain he is dead, died for a maid, he's buried somewhere in Louisiana-O

 

Where did you all go, where did you all go, where did you all go, Pretty Peggy-O

Some say you’re going away and never be back someday, someday gone away down to Borneo

 

22 November 1961, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios. Released on Bob Dylan

 

I've been around this whole country but I never yet found Fennario

 

Well, as we marched down, as we marched down, well, as we marched down to Fennario

Well, our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove, her name that she had was Pretty Peggy-O

 

Well, what will your mother say, what will your mother say, what will your mother say, Pretty Peggy-O

What will your mother say to know you're going way, you're never, never, never coming back-io

 

Come a-running down your stairs, come a-running down your stairs, come a-running down your stairs, Pretty Peggy-O

Come a-running down your stairs, combing back your yellow hair, you're the prettiest darned girl I ever seen-io

 

The lieutenant he has gone, the lieutenant he has gone, the lieutenant he has gone, Pretty Peggy-O

The lieutenant he has gone, long gone, he's a-riding down in Texas with the rodeo

 

Well, the captain he is dead, our captain he is dead, our captain he is dead, Pretty Peggy-O

Well, the captain he is dead, died for a maid, he's buried somewhere in Louisiana-O

 

12 April 1963, New York City, New York, Town Hall. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1963

 

Well, as we marched down, as we come down, as we come down to Fennario

Well, the captain fell in love with a lady like a dove, the name that she had was Pretty Peggy-O

 

What will your mother say, what will your mother say, what will your mother say, Pretty Peggy-O

What will your mother say for to know you're going away and you'll never, never, never coming back-iO

 

Well, the lieutenant he is gone, the lieutenant he is gone, the lieutenant he is a-gone, Pretty Peggy-O

The lieutenant he is a-gone, he’s long gone, he’s fighting Indians down in Borneo

 

The corporal he's gone too, the corporal he's gone too, he sure is gone, Pretty Peggy-O

Well, the corporal he's gone, he's so long gone, he's a-riding down in Texas with the rodeo

 

The, ehh, sergeant he is a-dead, Pretty Peggy-O my dear, the sergeant he is dead, Pretty Peggy-O

Oh, the sergeant he's a-dead, he died for a maid, and they buried him some place down in Louisiana-O

 

Come following down the stairs, Pretty Peggy-O, my dear, come following down the stairs Pretty Peggy-O

Come following down the stairs, combing back your yellow hair, you’re the prettiest darned girl I ever seeny-O

 

VARIATIONS Pretty Peggy-O

 

You'll never be back in the country-o                                                                          4 Nov 1961, Carnegie Chapter Hall

You're never, never, never coming back-io                                                                             22 Nov 1961, on Bob Dylan

 

The captain he is gone                                                                                                  4 Nov 1961, Carnegie Chapter Hall

He’s gone somewhere with the rodeo

 

The lieutenant he has gone                                                                                                        22 Nov 1961, on Bob Dylan

He's a-riding down in Texas with the rodeo

 

The corporal he's gone too                                                                                                     12 Apr 1963. NYC, Town Hall

 

He’s fighting Indians down in Borneo                                                                                    12 Apr 1963, NYC, Town Hall

 

Pretty Peggy-O, 19611104, 19611122, 19630412b

 

 

Gospel Plow (Traditional, arr. Bob Dylan)

First performed 4 November 1961, New York City, New York

 

4 November 1961, New York City, New York, Carnegie Chapter Hall. On bootleg Man On The Street Vol.1, cd 3

 

Oh Lord, Oh Lord

Mary wore three links of chain, every link was Jesus’ name

Keep your hand on that plow, hold on. Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on

 

Satan watch, ???????

You get my brother, but you can't get me, keep your hand on that plow, hold on

Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on

 

Well, I never been to heaven, but I've been told, streets up there are lined with gold

Keep your hand on that plow, hold on. Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on

 

Here comes Satan two by three, get my brother, but you can't get me

Keep your hand on that plow, hold on. Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on

 

Mary wore three links of chain, every link was Jesus' name. Keep your hand on that plow, hold on

Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on. Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on

Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on

 

I never been to heaven but I've been told, streets up there are lined with gold

Keep your hand on that plow, hold on. Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on

Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on

 

22 November 1961, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios. Released on: Bob Dylan

 

Mary wore three links of chain, every link was Jesus’ name

Keep your hand on that plow, hold on. Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on

 

Mary, Mark and Luke and John, all these prophets are dead and gone

Keep your hand on that plow, hold on. Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on

 

Well, I never been to heaven but I've been told, streets up there are lined with gold

Keep your hand on that plow, hold on. Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on

Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on

 

Oh Lord, Oh Lord, keep your hand on that plow, hold on

 

Gospel Plow. 19611104, 19611122, 19611222

 

 

1913 Massacre (Woodie Guthrie)

First performed 4 November 1961, New York City, New York

 

4 November 1961, New York City, New York, Carnegie Chapter Hall. On bootleg Man On The Street Vol.1, cd 3

 

Take a trip with me in 1913, to Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country

I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall where the miners are having their big Christmas ball

 

I'll take you indoor, and up a high stair. There's singin' and dancin', it's heard everywhere

I'll let you shake hands with the people you see and watch the kids dance round the big Christmas tree

 

There's singin' and dancin' and songs in the air an' the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere

Before you know, your friends with us all and you're dancin' around and around in the hall

 

You ask about work and you ask about pay. They'll tell you they make less than a dollar a day

Just workin' the copper claims, riskin' their lives so it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives

 

A little girl sits by the Christmas tree lights to play piano, she gotta keep quiet

To hear all this fun you would not realize that the copper-boss thug-men are millin' outside

 

The copper-thugs stuck their heads through the door, one of them yelled and he screamed, There's a fire!

A lady, she hollered, There's no such a thing! Keep on with your party, there's no such thing

 

A few people rushed, and it's only a few, it's just the scabs and the thugs foolin' you

A man grabbed his daughter and he carried her down but the thugs held the door and he could not get out

 

And then others followed, a hundred or more, but most everybody remained on the floor

The scabs and the thugs they still laughed at their joke and the children were smothered on the stairs by the door

 

Such a terrible sight I never did see. We carried our children back up to their tree

The scabs and the thugs they still laughed at their spree and the children that died there were seventy-three

 

The piano played a slow funeral tune but the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon

The parents they weep and the miners they moan. See what your greed for money has done.

 

1913 Massacre. 19611104

 

 

Backwater Blues (Bessie Smith)

First performed 4 November 1961, New York City, New York

 

4 November 1961, New York City, New York, Carnegie Chapter Hall. On bootleg Man On The Street Vol.1, cd 3

 

It rained five days. The sky turns black as night

Oh, it rained five days and the sky turned black at night

There was trouble takin' place in the lowlands that night

 

Lord, I went out to [???] some high on a lonesome hill

Lord, I went up to [???] some high lonesome hill

When my house blew down, Lord, I can't live there no more

 

Backwater blues it caused me, pack up my things and go

Backwater blues it caused me pack up my things and go

'Cause my house blew down, Lord, I can't live there no more

mmmm mmmmm. mmmm mmmmm. mmmm mmmmm

 

Lord, I've never seen such storm winds in my life

Lord, I've never seen such storm winds in my life

But they just about killed me, killed my baby and my wife

 

Lord, it rained five days and the sky turned black as night

Lord, it rained five days and the sky turned black as night

There was trouble takin' place in the lowlands that night

 

Backwater Blues. 19611104

 

 

The Cuckoo Is A Pretty Bird (Traditional)

First performed 4 November 1961, New York City, New York

 

15 October 1962, New York City, New York, Gaslight Café, The Second Gaslight Tape

 

Oh, the cuckoo is a pretty birt an' she warbles as she flies

But she never sings Cuckoo till the fourth day 'n July

 

I've a-gambled in England, I've gambled in Spain

An I bet ye ten dollars that I'll beat ye next game

 

I'll build me a cabin on a mountain so high

So, I can see Mary when she goes ridin' by

 

I wish I was a poet an' could write a fine hand

I'd write my love a letter, Lord she would understand

 

The Cuckoo Is A Pretty Bird. 19621015

 

 

Freight Train Blues (John Lair, arrr. Fred McDowell / arr. Dylan )

First performed 4 November 1961, New York City, New York

 

4 November 1961, New York City, New York, Carnegie Chapter Hall. On bootleg Man On The Street Vol. 1, disc 3

 

Well, I was born in Dixie in a boomer shack. Just a little shanty by the railroad track

Freight train was it taught me how to cry, hummin' of the driver was my lullaby

I got the freight train blues. Lordy mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes

And when the whistle blows I gotta go, mama, don't you know

Well, it looks like I'm never gonna lose the freight train blues

 

Well, my daddy was a brake man and my old ma here, she was the only daughter of an engineer

My sweetheart loved a [???} and it ain't no joke, it's a shame the way she keeps a good man broke

I got the freight train blues, Oh Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes

And when the whistle blows I gotta go, oh mama, don't you know

Well, it looks like I'm never gonna lose the freight train blue

 

Well, steamboat whistles never stirred my soul, airplanes and models always leave me cold

The only thing that make me laugh again is a wild cat whistle on a south bound train

I got the freight train blues. Oh Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes

And when the whistle blows, I got to go. Mama, don't you know

Well, it looks like I'm never gonna lose the freight train blues

 

Well, I no holding out to quit the runnin around, I tried a hundred times if I can settle down

every time I find a place where I wanna stay, freight train comes and I'm on my way

I got the freight train blues. Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes

And when the whistle blows, I got to go. Mama, don't you know

And it looks like I never gonna lose the freight train blues

 

22 November 1961, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios. Released on Bob Dylan

 

I was born in Dixie in a boomer shack, just a little shanty by the railroad track

Freight train was it taught me how to cry, hummin' of the driver was my lullaby

I got the freight train blues. Oh Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes

And when the whistle blows I gotta go, baby, don't you know

Well, it looks like I'm never gonna lose the freight train blues

 

Well, my daddy was a fireman and my old ma here, she was the only daughter of an engineer

My sweetheart loved a brakeman and it ain't no joke, it's a shame the way she keeps a good man broke

I got the freight train blues. Oh Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes

And when the whistle blows I gotta go, oh mama, don't you know

Well, it looks like I'm never gonna lose the freight train blues

 

Well, the only thing that makes me laugh again is a southbound whistle on a southbound train

Every place I wanna go I never can go, because you know

I got the freight train blues. Oh Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes.

 

VARIATIONS Freight Train Blues

 

Between verse 2 and 3

Well, steamboat whistles never stirred my soul                                                        4 Nov 1961, Carnegie Chapter Hall

Airplanes and models always leave me cold

The only thing that make me laugh again

Is a wild cat whistle on a south bound train

Freight Train Blues 19611104, 19611122

 

 

Talkin' New York (Bob Dylan)

First performed 4 November 1961, New York City, New York

 

20 November 1961, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios. Released on Bob Dylan

 

Ramblin’ outa the wild West leavin’ the towns I love the best

Thought I’d seen some ups and downs till I come into New York town

People goin’ down to the ground, buildings goin’ up to the sky

 

Wintertime in New York town. The wind blowin’ snow around

Walk around with nowhere to go, somebody could freeze right to the bone. I froze right to the bone

New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years. I didn’t feel so cold then

 

I swung onto my old guitar, grabbed hold of a subway car

And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride I landed up on the downtown side. Greenwich Village

 

I walked down there and ended up in one of them coffee-houses on the block

I Got on the stage to sing and play, man there said, Come back some other day

You sound like a hillbilly. We want folk singers here

 

Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play, blowin’ my lungs out for a dollar a day

I blowed inside out and upside down, the man there said he loved my sound

He was ravin’ about how he loved my sound. Dollar a day’s worth

 

And after weeks and weeks of hangin’ around I finally got a job in New York town

In a bigger place, bigger money too. even joined the union and paid my dues

 

Now, a very great man once said that some people rob you with a fountain pen

It didn’t take too long to find out just what he was talkin’ about

A lot of people don’t have much food on their table.

But they got a lot of forks ’n’ knives and they gotta cut somethin’

 

So one mornin’ when the sun was warm I rambled out of New York town

Pulled my cap down over my eyes and headed out for western skies

So long, New York. Howdy, East Orange

 

16 April 1962, New York City, New York, Gerde's Folk City. Released: The 50th Anniversary Collection

 

Ramblin’ outa the wild West, leavin’ the towns that I love the best

I thought I’d seen some ups and downs till I come into New York town

Buildings goin’ down to the ground, people goin’ up to the sky

 

Well, I got on a subway, took a seat. I got off on Forty-second street

I met this fellow named Dolores, there he started rubbin' his hands through my hair

I went to ten hot-dog stands, four movie houses and dancing studios. Back on the subway

 

Well, I swung onto my old guitar as I grabbed hold of that old subway car

And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride I landed up on the downtown side

Greenwich Village, Folklore Center. Izzy Young, [??]

 

Well, I walked down there and I ended up in one of them coffee-houses on the block

When I'd get on the stage to sing and play. Man there say, Come back some other day

You sound like a hillbilly. We want folk singers here

 

Got a harmonica job, begun to play, blowin’ my brains out for a dollar a day

I blowed inside out and upside down, the man there said he's crazy about my sound

He's ravin’ about it, he's tellin' all his friends about it. Dollar a day’s worth

 

Well, after weeks and weeks of hangin’ around I finally got a job in New York town

In a bigger place, bigger money too, even joined the union and paid my dues. Six months in advance

 

Now, some very great man he once said that some people rob you with a fountain pen

In New York it aint to... take too long to find out just what he was talkin’ about

A lot of people don’t have too much food on their tables. But they got a lot of forks, lot of knives

And they gotta cut somethin’. Watch out

 

So one mornin’ when the sun was warm I rambled out of New York town

Pulled my cap down over my eyes and headed out for the western skies

So long, New York. Howdy, East Orange

 

VARIATIONS Talkin' New York

 

Verse 1

Till I rambled into New York town                                                                                4 Nov 1961, Carnegie Chapter Hall

Middle o' the winter, down down, New York Town

 

Till I come into New York town                                                                                             16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

Buildings goin’ down to the ground, people goin’ up to the sky

 

Till I come into New York town                                                                                                   20 Nov 1961, on Bob Dylan

People goin’ down to the ground, Buildings goin’ up to the sky

 

New Verse 2

Well, I got on a subway, took a seat                                                                                    16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

I got off on Forty-second street

I met this fellow named Dolores / There he started rubbin' his hands through my hair

I went to ten hot-dog stands / Four movie houses and dancing studios / Back on the subway

 

Verse 2

I seem t' froze right to the bone / I just couldn't believe it I was so cold                4 Nov 1961, Carnegie Chapter Hall

I froze right to the bone                                                                                                               20 Nov 1961, on Bob Dylan

A fellow could freeze right to the bone                                                                          12 Apr 1963, New York Town Hall

 

Verse 3

Well, I grabbed hold of a subway car / Swung onto my old guitar                          4 Nov 1961, Carnegie Chapter Hall

After a wheeling' reelin' deemin' ride / I got off on the downtown side

Greenwich Village, Folklore center

 

Well, I swung onto my old guitar / As I grabbed hold of that old subway car                16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride / I landed up on the downtown side

Greenwich Village, Folklore Center / Izzy Young, [??]

 

I swung onto my old guitar / Grabbed hold of a subway car                                                 20 Nov 1961, on Bob Dylan

And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride

I landed up on the downtown side / Greenwich Village

 

Verse 4

Man there said, We can't use you today                                                                     4 Nov 1961, Carnegie Chapter Hall

Come back some other time / You sound like a Hillbilly anyway

 

Man there say, Come back some other day                                                                       16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

 

Verse 5

The man there said he liked my sound a whole lot                                                   4 Nov 1961, Carnegie Chapter Hall

Dollar a day’s worth

 

The man there said he's crazy about my sound                                                                16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

He's ravin’ about it, he's tellin' all his friends about it. Dollar a day’s worth

 

Verse 6

Even joined the union, paid m’ dues                                                                           4 Nov 1961, Carnegie Chapter Hall

Even joined the union and paid my dues. / Six months in advance                               16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

 

Talkin' New York 19611104, 19611120, 19620416, 19630412b

 

 

You're No Good (Jesse Fuller)

First performed 20 November 1961, New York City, New York

 

20 November 1961, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Bob Dylan recording sessions #5. Released on Bob Dylan

 

Well, I don't know why I love you like I do. Nobody in the world can get along with you

You got the ways of a devil sleeping in a lion's den. I come home last night you wouldn't even let me in

Oh, sometimes you're as sweet as anybody want to be. Oh, when you get the crazy notion, jumping all over me

Well, you give me the blues, I guess you're satisfied. When you give me the blues I wanna lay down and die

 

I helped you when you had no shoes on your feet, pretty mama. I helped you when you had no food to eat

Now you're that kind of woman that just don't understand. You're taking all my money and give it to another man

Well, you're that kind of woman makes a man lose his brains. You're that kind of woman drives me insane

Well, you give me the blues, I guess you're satisfied. You give me the blues, I wanna lay down and die

Well, you give me the blues, I wanna lay down and die

 

23 November 1961, New York City, New York, The Home Of Eve and Mac McKenzie. First McKenzie's Tape. On bootleg I Was So Much Younger Then Vol.3

 

Well, I don't know why I love you like I do. Nobody in the world can get along with you

You got the ways of a devil sleeping in a lion's den. I come home last night you wouldn't even let me in

Oh, sometimes you're as sweet as anybody want to be. Oh when you get the crazy notion, jumping all over me

Don't know why I love you like I do. If you want anybody to get along with you

 

I helped you when you had no shoes on your feet. I helped you when you had no food to eat

You're that kind of woman that just don't understand. Taking all my money and give it to another man

You're that kind of woman drives a man insane. You're that kind of woman makes a man lose his brains

You give me the blues, I guess you're satisfied. When yu give me the blues, I wanna lay down and die

You give me the blues, I sure lay down and die

 

You're No Good. 19611120#5, 19611123

 

 

Baby Let Me Follow You Down (Traditional, arr. Eric Von Schmidt)

First performed 20 November 1961, New York City, New York

 

20 November 1961, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Bob Dylan recording sessions #1. Released on Bob Dylan

 

Baby let me follow you down, baby let me follow you down

Well, I'll do anything in this god almighty world, if you just let me follow you down

 

Can I come home with you, baby can I come home with you?

Yes, I'll do anything in this god almighty world, if you just let me come home with you

 

Baby let me follow you down, baby let me follow you down

Well, I'll do anything in this god almighty world, if you just let me follow you down

 

Yes, I'll do anything in this god almighty world, if you just let me follow you down

 

October 1962, New York City, New York, WBAI Studios. Billy Faier Show. On bootleg Man On The Street Vol. 1, disc 6

 

Baby let me follow you down, baby let me follow you down

Well, I'll do anything in this god almighty world, if you just let me follow you down

 

Can I come home with you, baby can I come home with you?

Then I'll do anything in this god almighty world, if you just let me come home with you

 

I wanna be your man, baby, I wanna be your man

Then I'll do anything in this god almighty world, if you just would understand

 

I buy you a diamond ring, I buy you a wedding gown

And I do anything in this god almighty world, if you just let me follow you down

 

Baby let me follow you down, baby let me follow you down

And I'll do anything in this god almighty world, if you just let me follow you down

 

Yes. I'll do anything in this god almighty world, if you just let me follow you down

 

VARIATIONS Baby Let Me Follow You Down

 

Baby let me follow you down, baby let me follow you down                                            20 Nov 1961, on Bob Dylan #1

 

Can I come home with you, baby can I come home with you?                                       20 Nov 1961, on Bob Dylan #1

 

Baby, I'm coming your way, I'll buy you a diamond ring                                         23 Nov 1961, First McKenzie's Tape

 

Baby let me follow you home, baby can I follow you home                                                        22 Dec 1961, Minnesota

 

I buy you a diamond ring, I buy you a wedding gown                                                                 22 Dec 1961, Minnesota

 

I wanna be your man, baby, I wanna be your man                                                                   Oct 1962, Billy Faier Show

 

I [??? birds, skirt] , I buy you a velvet shirt                                                                                         30 Oct 1965, Hartford

 

I get you a piece of twine, Honey, just for you for you climb                                                           30 Oct 1965, Hartford

 

I buy you a gun that [squirts], I buy you a velvet shirt                                                              29 or 31 Oct 1965, Boston

 

I buy you a [gown] babe or diamond, babe I buy you a wedding gown                         26 February 1966, Hempstead

 

I buy you a velvet shirt, I buy you a serpent skirt                                                              26 February 1966, Hempstead

 

I by you a velvet skirt, yes, I buy you a velvet shirt                                                                            11 May 1966. Cardiff

 

I buy you a broken twine, honey, just for you to climb                                                                       13 Apr 1966, Sydney

 

I buy you rope and twine, honey, just for you to climb                                                                 20 Apr 1966, Melbourne

 

I buy [forty] skirts, yes, I’ll I buy you a velvet shirt                                                                    12 May 1966, Birmingham

 

I buy you pants and skirts, yes, I’ll I buy you a velvet shirt                                                           14 May 1966, Liverpool

 

I buy you [guns] and [???], I buy you, for you to climb                                                          27 May 1966, 1966, London

 

I'll do anything in this god almighty world if you just let me follow you down

     if you just let me come home with you                                                                                20 Nov 1961, on Bob Dylan

     if I could just buy you a diamond ring                                                                                                            23 Nov 1961

     if you just would understand                                                                                                   Oct 1962, Billy Faier Show

     if you just drive me out of my mind                                                                                                30 Oct 1965, Hartford

     if you just don’t make me hurt                                                                                                 29 or 31 Oct 1965, Boston

     if you just come up here and drive me out of my mind                                                                13 Apr 1966, Sydney

     if you just try once to drive me out of my mind                                                                          15 May 1966, Leicester

     if you just once drive me out of my mind                                                                               17 May 1966, Manchester

 

Baby Let Me Follow You Down. 19611120#1, 19611123, 196210??, 19611222, 196401??, 19651030, 19651029or31, 19651212, 196602226, 19660413,19660419, 19660420, 10990429, 19660501, 19660505, 19660506,19660510, 19660511, 19660512, 19660514, 19660515, 19660516, 19660517, 19660519, 19660520, 19660521, 19660524, 19660526, 19660527, 19761125#1#2

 

 

In My Time Of Dyin' (Traditional)

First performed 20 November 1961, New York City, New York

 

20 November 1961, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Bob Dylan recording sessions #1. Released on Bob Dylan

 

Well, in my time of dying don't want nobody to mourn

All I want for you to do is take my body home

Well, well, well, so I can die easy, well, well, well. Well, well, well, so I can die easy

Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

 

Well, meet me Jesus, meet me, meet me in the middle of the air

If these wings should fail to me Lord, won't you meet me with another pair?

Well, well, well, so I can die easy, well, well, well. Well, well, well, so I can die easy

Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

 

Lord, in my time of dying don't want nobody to cry

All I want you to do is take me when I die

Well, well, well, so I can die easy, well, well, well. Well, well, well, so I can die easy

Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.

 

In My Time of Dyin'. 19611120#1

 

 

Highway 51 (Music Curtis Jones / words Tommy McClennan, arr. Bob Dylan)

First performed 20 November 1961, New York City, New York

 

22 November 1961, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Bob ylan Sessions #1. Released on Bob Dylan

 

Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door. Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door

If I don't get the girl I'm loving won't go down to Highway 51 no more

 

Well, I know that highway like I know my hand. Yes, I know that highway like I know the back of my hand

Running from up Wisconsin way down to no man's land

 

Well, if I should die before my time should come. And if I should die before my time should come

Won't you bury my body out on the Highway 51

 

Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door. I said, Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door

If I don't get the girl I'm loving won't go down to Highway 51 no more.

 

VARIATIONS Highway 51. Compared with the take released on Bob Dylan. Recorded 22 November 1961, Bob Dylan Sessions #1

 

Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door

Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door

If I don't get the girl I'm loving won't go down to Highway 51 no more

     [Verse not sung]                                                                                                                   4 Dec 1961, McKenzie home

 

     Have you ever been walking down highway 51                                                              4 Dec 1961, McKenzie home

     Have you ever been walking down highway 51                                                              4 Dec 1961, McKenzie home

     If I don't get the girl I'm loving [???]                                                                                  4 Dec 1961, McKenzie home

          Well, I walked that highway from nighttime to the dawn                        12 Apr 1963, New York City, Town Hall

 

 

Well, I know that highway like I know my hand

     Well, I know that highway like I know the back of my hand                        12 Apr 1963, New York City, Town Hall

Yes, I know that highway like I know the back of my hand

     Yes, I know that highway like I know the back of my hand                         12 Apr 1963, New York City, Town Hall

Running from up Wisconsin way down to no man's land

     Well, I walk back down that way down to the buries of no man's land                        4 Dec 1961, McKenzie home

     Right from the Wisconsin way back to no man's land                                  12 Apr 1963, New York City, Town Hall

 

Well, if I should die before my time should come

And if I should die before my time should come

Won't you bury my body out on the Highway 51

     Won't you bury my body. Burry my body. Bury my body. Out on the Highway 51             12 Apr 1963, Town Hall

     [Verse not sung]                                                                                                                   4 Dec 1961, McKenzie home

 

     There's a greyhound bus lord, travelin' down to the grounds                                       4 Dec 1961, McKenzie home

     There's a greyhound bus lord, travelin' on down to the grounds                                 4 Dec 1961, McKenzie home

     Lord, if I was on that bus, I believe I'll be Greyhound bound                                        4 Dec 1961, McKenzie home

 

Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door

I said, Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door

If I don't get the girl I'm loving, won't go down to Highway 51 no more.

 

Highway 51. 19611122#1, 19611204, 19620922, 19630412b

 

 

House Carpenter (Traditional, arr. Bob Dylan)

First performed 20 November 1961, New York City, New York

 

22 November 1961, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Bob Dylan recording sessions

 

Well, met, well met, my own true love, well met, well met, cried she

I've just returned from the salt, salt sea and it's all for the love of thee

 

I could have married a King's daughter there, she would have married me

But I have forsaken my King's daughter there it's all for the love of thee

 

Well, if you could have married a King's daughter there, I'm sure you're the one to blame

For I am married to a house carpenter and I'm sure he's a fine young man

 

Forsake, forsake your house carpenter and come away with me

I'll take you to where the green grass grows on the shores of sunny Italy

 

So up she picked her babies three and gave them kisses, one, two, three

Saying take good care of your daddy while I'm gone and keep him good company.

 

Well, they were sailin' about two weeks, I'm sure it was not three

When the younger of the girls, she came on deck, sayin' she wants company

 

Well, are you weepin' for your house and home? Or are you weepin' for your [babies]?

Well, I'm not weepin' for my house carpenter, I'm weepin' for my babies three

 

Oh what are those hills yonder, my love, they look as white as snow

Those are the hill of heaven, my love, you and I'll never know

 

Oh what are those hills yonder, my love, they look as dark as night

Those are the hills of hellfire my love, where you and I will unite

 

Oh twice around went the gallant ship, I'm sure it was not three

When the ship all of a sudden, it sprung a leak and it drifted to the bottom of the sea

 

4 March 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio B, 5th Selfportrait recording session. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 10

 

Well, met, well met, my own true love, well, met, well met, cried she

I've just returned from the salt, salt sea and it's all for the sake of thee

 

I could have married a King's daughter there, she would have married me

But I have refused the crown of gold and it's all for the sake of thee

 

If you could have married a King's daughter, dear, I'm sure you are to blame

For I am married to a house carpenter and he is a fine young man

 

If you forsake your house carpenter and fly away with me

I'll take you to where the grass grows green on the bank of sweet [Willy]

 

If I forsake my house carpenter and fly away with thee

What have you got to maintain me upon and keep me from slavery

 

I've six ship sailing on the salt sea, sailing from dry land

And a hundred and twenty jolly young men shall be at your command

 

She picked up her poor little babe, her kisses were one, two, three

And there she trod up on her way and shone like a glittering free

 

They had not been at sea two weeks, I'm sure it was not three

When this poor maid began to cry and she wept most bitterly

 

Oh, do you weep for your gold, he said, your houses, your land and your store?

Or do you weep for your house carpenter, the one you'll never see anymore. The one you'll never see anymore

 

I do not weep for my gold, she said, my houses, my land or my store

But I do weep for my poor little babe, who I'll never shall see anymore

 

They had not been at sea three weeks, I'm sure it was not four

When in the ship there sprang a great leak and she sank to arise no more. No, she sank to arise no more

 

Farewell, farewell, my own true love. Farewell, farewell cried she

How could I deserted my house carpenter and crave him in the depths of the sea

For a grave in the depths of the sea

 

Well met, well met my own true love, well met, well met, cried she

I've just returned from the salt, salt sea and it's all for the sake of thee

 

House Carpenter. 19611122, 19700304

 

 

Hard Times In New York Town (Bob Dylan)

Written by Bob Dylan. First performed November 1961, New York City, New York, McKenzie

 

22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota, The Home Of Bonnie Beecher, Minnesota hotel tape Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 1

 

Come you ladies and you gentlemen, a-listen to my song

Sing it to you right, but you might think it’s wrong

Just a little glimpse of a story I’ll tell ’out an East Coast city that you all know well

It’s hard times, from the country, livin’ down in New York town

 

Old New York City is a friendly old town from Washington Heights to Harlem on down

There’s a-mighty many people in the middle and all around.

They’ll kick you when you’re up and knock you when you’re down

It’s hard times, from the country, livin’ down in New York town

 

Well, the weak and the strong and the rich and the poor gather there together, there ain't room for no more

Crowded up above and crowded down below, when someone disappears you'll never even know

And it’s hard times, from the country, livin’ down in New York town

 

It’s a mighty long ways from the Golden Gate  to Rockefeller Plaza ’n’ the Empire State

Mister Empire sets up as high as a bird and old Mister Rockefeller never says a word

It’s hard times, from the country, livin’ down in New York town

 

Well, it’s up in the mornin’ tryin’ to find a job of work.Stand in one place till your feet begin to hurt

You can get a lot o’ money you can make yourself merry. If you only got a nickel, it’s the Staten Island Ferry

And it’s hard times, from the country livin’ down in New York town

 

Mister Hudson come a-sailin’ down the stream and old Menue Mistuet paid for his dream

He bought your city on a one-way track, if I had my way, I’d sell it right back

It’s hard times, from the country livin’ down in New York town

 

I’ll take all the smog in Cal-i-for-ne-ay, ’n’ every bit of dust in the Oklahoma plains

’N’ the dirt in the caves of the Rocky Mountain mines. It’s all much cleaner than the New York kind

It’s hard times, in the country livin’ down in New York town

 

So all you newsy people, let spread the news around. You listen to m’ story, you've listen to m’ song

You c’n step on my name, you c’n try ’n’ get me beat, when I leave New York, I’ll be standin’ on my feet

And it’s hard times, from the country livin’ down in New York town

 

VARIATIONS Hard Times In New York Town. Compared with the take released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 1. Recorded 22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota, The Home Of Bonnie Beecher, Minnesota hotel tape

 

Come you ladies and you gentlemen, a-listen to my song

Sing it to you right, but you might think it’s wrong

Just a little glimpse of a story I’ll tell ’bout an East Coast city that you all know well

It’s hard times, from the country, livin’ down in New York town

     It’s hard times in the city, livin’ down in New York town                                   February 1962, Leeds Music Demos

 

Old New York City is a friendly old town from Washington Heights to Harlem on down

There’s a-mighty many people in the middle and all around.

They’ll kick you when you’re up and knock you when you’re down

It’s hard times, from the country, livin’ down in New York town

     It’s hard times in the city, livin’ down in New York town                                   February 1962, Leeds Music Demos

 

Well, the weak and the strong and the rich and the poor gather there together, there ain't room for no more

Crowded up above and crowded down below, when someone disappears, you'll never even know

And it’s hard times, from the country, livin’ down in New York town

     It’s hard times in the city, livin’ down in New York town                                   February 1962, Leeds Music Demos

 

It’s a mighty long ways from the Golden Gate to Rockefeller Plaza ’n’ the Empire State

Mister Empire sets up as high as a bird and old Mister Rockefeller never says a word

     Mister Rockefeller sits up as high as a bird and old Mister Empire never says a word             Feb 1962, Gooding

It’s hard times, from the country, livin’ down in New York town

     It’s hard times in the city, livin’ down in New York town                                   February 1962, Leeds Music Demos

 

Well, it’s up in the mornin’ tryin’ to find a job of work. Stand in one place till your feet begin to hurt

You can get a lot o’ money you can make yourself merry. If you only got a nickel, it’s the Staten Island Ferry

And it’s hard times, from the country livin’ down in New York town

     It’s hard times in the city, livin’ down in New York town                                   February 1962, Leeds Music Demos

 

Mister Hudson come a-sailin’ down the stream and old Menue Mistuet paid for his dream

He bought your city on a one-way track, if I had my way I’d sell it right back

It’s hard times, from the country livin’ down in New York town

     [Verse not sung]                                                                                                                29 Jan1962, Mackenzie Tapes

 

I’ll take all the smog in Cal-i-for-ne-ay, ’n’ every bit of dust in the Oklahoma plains

’N’ the dirt in the caves of the Rocky Mountain mines. It’s all much cleaner than the New York kind

It’s hard times, in the country livin’ down in New York town

     It’s hard times in the city, livin’ down in New York town                                   February 1962, Leeds Music Demos

 

So all you newsy people, let spread the news around. You listen to m’ story, you've listen to m’ song

You c’n step on my name, you c’n try ’n’ get me beat, when I leave New York, I’ll be standin’ on my feet

And it’s hard times, from the country livin’ down in New York town

     It’s hard times in the city, livin’ down in New York town                                   February 1962, Leeds Music Demos

 

Hard Times in New York Town, 19611123, 19611222, 19620129, 196202?a, 196202?b

 

 

Wayfaring Stranger (Traditional)

First performed November 1961, New York City, New York, McKenzie

 

23 November 1961, New York City, New York, The Home Of Eve and Mac McKenzie. First McKenzie's Tape. On bootleg I Was So Much Older Then Vol. 3

 

Well, I been going, many a long way

I've been through this wonderful land

I've been just a-going over Jordan

I've been going to my home

 

Wayfaring Stranger. 19611123

 

 

Long Time Man (It Makes A) Long Time Man Feel Bad (Traditional)

First performed November 1961, New York City, New York, McKenzie

 

February or March 1962, New York City, New York, Cynthia Gooding Apartment. The Cynthia Gooding Tape. On bootleg: I Was So Much Younger Then Vol. 1

 

Makes a long time man feel bad. Makes a long time man feel bad

When you're out all alone. Don't get no letter from your home. Makes a long time man feel bad

Oh, I do believe my dear old mother's dead. Well, I do believe my dear old mother's dead

well, I do believe.

 

Early February 1962, New York City, New York, WBAI Studios. Cynthia Gooding radio show. On bootleg: Man On The Street Vol. 1, CD

 

Makes a long time man   feel bad. Makes a long time man   feel bad

When you're out all alone. No letter from your home. Makes a long time man feel bad

 

I believe my dear old mother's gone. I believe my dear old mother's gone

I believe she's gone on to a better land. It makes a long time man feel bad

 

Go tell all my friends goodbye. You can tell all my friends so long

You can tell my friends so long. I'll see you next time around. It makes a long time man feel bad

 

It makes a long time man feel bad. It makes a long time man feel bad

When you're out all alone and you get no letter from your home. It makes a long time man feel bad

 

Long Time Man. 19611123, 196202>>, 196202?a

 

 

Lonesome Whistle Blues (Hank Williams, Jimmy Davies)

First performed November 1961, New York City, New York, McKenzie

 

23 November 1961, New York City, New York, The Home Of Eve and Mac McKenzie. First McKenzie's Tape. On bootleg I Was So Much Older Then Vol. 3

 

I was riding number Nine going south from Carolina, I heard that lo-onesome whistle blow

Got in trouble, had to roam, left my girl, I left my home, I heard that lo-onesome whistle blow

 

Just a kid, acting smart, I went and broke my baby's heart, I guess I was too young to know

They took me off that Georgia Main, locked me to a ball and chain, I heard that lo-onesome whistle blow

 

All I do is bare the shame, I'm a number, not a name, I heard that lo-onesome whistle blow

I'll be locked here in this cell till my body's just a shell and my hair turns whiter than snow

I'll never see that girl of mine 'cos I'm in Georgia doing time, I heard that lo-onesome whistle blow

 

All I do is sit and cry as the evening train goes by, I heard that lo-onesome whistle blow

I'll be locked here in this cell till my body's just a shell and my hair turns whiter than snow

I'll never see that girl of mine 'cos I'm in Georgia doing time, I heard that lo-onesome whistle blow

Yeah

 

Early February 1962, New York City, New York, WBAI Studios. Cynthia Gooding radio show. On bootleg Man On The street Vol. 1, disc 5

 

I was riding number Nine going south from Carolina, I heard that lo-onesome whistle blow

I got in trouble, had to roam, left my girl, I left my home, I heard that lo-onesome whistle blow

 

Just a kid, acting smart I went and broke my darlin's heart, I guess I was too young to know

They took me off the Georgia plain, they locked me to a ball and chain, I heard that lo-onesome whistle blow

 

All I do is bare the shame, I'm a number, not a name, I heard that lo-onesome whistle blow

I'll be locked here in this cell till my body's just a shell and my hair turns whiter than snow

I'll never see that girl of mine 'cos I'm in Georgia doing time, I heard that lo-onesome whistle blow

 

I'll be locked here in this cell till my body's just a shell and my hair turns whiter than snow

I'll never see that girl of mine 'cos I'm in Georgia doing time, I heard that lo-onesome whistle blow

 

All I do is sit and cry as the evening train goes by, I heard that lo-onesome whistle blow

Just a kid, acting smart, I went and broke my darlin's heart, I guess I was too young to know

They took me off the Georgia plain, locked me to a ball and chain, I heard that lo-onesome whistle blow

 

Lonesome Whistle Blues. 19611123, 196202?a, 19620424#2

 

 

Worried Blues (Hally Wood)

First performed November 1961, New York City, New York, McKenzie

 

9 July 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, 3rd The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan session #1. Released on The 50th Anniversary collection 1962

 

I got the worried blues, God, and I got the worried blues

I got the worried blues, I got the worried blues, Lord

I'm going where I've never been before

 

Going where the chilly winds don't blow, Lord, I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow

I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow, I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow

Lord, I'm going where the climate suits my cloths

 

Yonder goes the evenin' train, Lord, yonder goes the evenin' train

Yonder goes the evenin' train, yonder goes the evenin' train. Looks like I been going to

 

Honey, baby, don't leave me now, Honey, baby, don't leave me now

Honey, baby, don't leave me now, Honey, baby, don't leave me now, I got troubles in my mind

 

And I got the worried blues, Lord, I got the worried blues

I got the worried blues, And I got the worried blues, Lord, I'm going where I've never been before

 

9 July 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, 3rd The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan session #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 1

 

I got the worried blues and I got those worried blues, I got those worried blues

I got those worried blues, Lord, I'm going where I've never been before

 

I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow, I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow

I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow, I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow

I'm going where the climate suits my cloths

 

Honey, baby, don't leave me now, Honey, baby, don't leave me now

Oh, honey, baby, don't leave me now, Honey, baby, don't leave me now, I got troubles in my mind

 

Listen to that cold whistle blow, Lord, Listen to that cold whistle blow

Listen to that cold whistle blow, listen to that cold whistle blow, I'm going where I've never been before

 

So, I got those worried blues, Lord, And I got the worried blues

I got the worried blues and I got the worried blues, I'm going where I've never been before

 

Worried Blues. 19611123, 19620709#1#2

 

 

Baby Of Mine (Writer unknown)

First performed November 1961, New York City, New York, McKenzie

 

23 November 1961, New York City, New York, The Home Of Eve and Mac McKenzie. First McKenzie's Tape. On bootleg I Was So Much Older Then Vol. 3

 

[???]

Come carry me to the weeping willow

What will [???]

Can't you climb that [???]

 

Baby Of Mine. 19611123

 

 

Roll In My Sweet Baby's Arms (Traditional)

First performed 4 December 1961, New York City, New York

 

4 December 1961, New York City, New York, The Home Of Eve and Mac McKenzie. First McKenzie's Tape. On bootleg I Was So Much Younger Then Vol.3

 

Don't like you to love these baby's arms, don't you like you to love these baby's arms

Don't like you to love the stars up above, don't you like you to love these baby's arms

 

Well, roll in my sweet baby's arms, [???]

[???], [???]

 

Don't like you to love these baby's arms, don't you like you to love these arms

Don't like you to love the stars up above, don't like you to love these baby's arms

 

Roll In My Sweet Baby's Arms. 19611204

 

 

The Bells Of Rhymney (Idris Davies, Pete Seeger)

First performed 4 December 1961, New York City, New York

 

4 December 1961, New York City, New York, The Home Of Eve and Mac McKenzie. First McKenzie's Tape. On bootleg I Was So Much Younger Then Vol.3

 

Oh what will you give me? The sad bells of Rhymney

Is there hope for the future? Cry the green bells of Merthyr

Who made the mine owner? Say the bells of Rhondda

And what... who robbed the miner? cry the bells of Blaina

 

They will plunder Willy-Nilly cry the bells of Caerphilly

They have fangs, they have teeth shout the loud bells of Neath

Even God is uneasy say the moist bells of Swansea

And what will you give me? Say the bells of Rhymney

 

Throw the vandals in court say the bells of Newport

All will be well if, if, if, If, if, if, if, if, if, if cry the green bells of Cardiff

[Why [???], sisters why?] sang the silver bells of Wye

And what will you give me? Say the sad bells of Rhymney

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. (Info Olof Björner) Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Oh, what will you give me? Say the sad bells of Rhymney

Is there hope for the future?Say the brown bells of Merthyr

 

Who made the mine owner? Say the black bells of Rhondda

And who robbed the miner? Say the big bells of Blaina

They will plunder willy-nilly Say the bells of Caerphilly

They have fangs, they have teeth Shout the loud bells of Neath

 

Even God is uneasy. Say the moist bells of Swansea

And what will you give me? Say the bad bells of Rhymney

Throw the vandals in court Say the bells of Newport

All would be well, if, if, if, if, if Say the green bells of Cardiff

 

Why so worried, sisters, why? Say the silver bells of Wye

And what will you give me? Say the bad bells of Rhymney

 

The Bells Of Rhymney. 19611204, 196703>10

 

 

Come All You Fair And Tender Ladies (Traditional)

First performed 4 December 1961, New York City, New York

 

4 December 1961, New York City, New York, The Home Of Eve and Mac McKenzie. First McKenzie's Tape. On bootleg I Was So Much Younger Then Vol.3

 

They'll tell to you some loving story. They'll tell to you [???]

And always they'll court another and leave you there in grief [to dwell]

 

[???]

Come all you fair and tender ladies take warning how you court your men

They're like a star on a summer morning, they first appear and then they're gone

 

May 1964, Sarasota, Florida, 532 Beach Road, Siesta Key, Eric Von Schmidt's Home. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1964

 

Bob Dylan and Eric von Schmidt

 

Come all you fair and tender ladies, take warning how you court your men

They're like a star on a summer morning at first, they appear and then they're gone

 

I wish I'd known before I courted, I would have courted next to none

I'd givin' my heart, 't is an hollow dungeon where the gold birds fly and heaven began

 

Come all you fair and tender ladies, take warning how you court your men

They're like a star on a summer morning at first, they appear and then they're gone

 

I wish I was a little sparrow and I had wings and could fly to the sky

I'd fly away to my true lover and when she'd speaks, I'd listen by

 

But I am not a little sparrow and I've no wings and I can't fly

So sad I’ll be and broke in sorrow, hoping not till the day I die

 

Come all ye fair and tender ladies, take warning how you court your men

They're like a star on a summer morning, they first appear and then they're gone

 

April or Early May 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York (Info Sid Griffin)

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home (Info Olof Björner) Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

                   how you treat your men

They're like a star on a summer morning

They'll first appear and then they are gone

 

I wish I've had known before I courted

I'd have told that you know about it all

I have lost my heart in a burst of [???]

 

But I'm not a little sparrow

So that I must [  ???  ] instead

Dsjee, dsjee, dsjee dsjee, dsjee, dsjee

 

5 March 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 6th SRS, released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

Come all you fair and tender ladies, take warning how you court your men

They're like a star on a summer morning, at first they appear and then they're gone

 

I wish I'd known before I courted, I would have courted me none

I'd locked my heart in a box of golden, and fastened it up with a safety pin

 

Oh, come all you fair and tender ladies, take a warning how you court your men

They're like a star on a summer morning, they first appear and then they're gone

 

I wish I was a little sparrow and I had wings and I could fly

I'd fly away to my false true lover and when she spoke, I would deny

 

Come all ye fair and tender ladies, take warning how you court your men

They're like a star on a summer morning, at first they appear, then they're gone

 

Oh, wait, don't you remember our days of courting, when you lay your head upon my breast

You could make me believe by the telling of your mouth that the sun rose in the west

 

Oh, come all ye fair and tender ladies, take a warning how you court your men

They're like a star on a summer morning, at first they appear and then they're gone

 

I wish I was a little sparrow, but I am not and I can't fly

So sit right here and wheep in sorrow, and try to pass all my troubles by

 

Come all ye fair and you tender ladies, take warning how you court your men

They're like a star on a summer morning, at first they appear and then they're gone

At first they appear and then they're gone. At first they appear and then they're gone

 

Come All You Fair And Tender Ladies. 19611204, 196405?a, 196703>10, 19700305

 

 

Ballad Of The Ox Bow Incident (Bob Dylan, Gil Turner?)

December 1961. Information in Clinton Heylin's Revolution in the air: the songs of Bob Dylan, 1957-1973

 

 

Strange Rain (Bob Dylan, Gil Turner)

December 1961. Written in December 1961, Toronto, with Gil Turner and performed by Izzy Young on 7 February 1962 Folklore Center, New York.. Mentioned By Izzy Young In His Diary Other Scenes. Information in Clinton Heylin's Revolution in the air: the songs of Bob Dylan, 1957-1973

 

 

Candy Man (Traditional, arr. Gary Davis?)

First performed 22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota, The Home Of Bonnie Beecher. Minnesota Hotel Tape. On bootleg Ramblin' Round Minneapolis

 

Candy man, salty dog. Candy man, salty dog. Candy man, salty dog

Babe, you be my candy man, I be your salty dog

 

Little red light, little green light. Little red light, little green light. Little red light, little green light

Step on the red, don't you go on the green, go to copper must in between

 

Run and get the bucket, get the baby some beer. Run and get the bucket, get the baby some beer

Run and get the bucket, get the baby some beer. Run and get the bucket, get the baby some beer

Run and get the bucket, get the baby some beer. Wouldn't mean a thing in this god almighty world

If I'd have my candy man home

 

Guitar

 

Gingerbread man, Santa Claus. Gingerbread man, Santa Claus. Gingerbread man, Santa Claus

Do anything in this god almighty world to get my candy man home

 

[???]

 

Candy man, salty dog. Candy man, salty dog. Candy man, salty dog

Do anything in this god almighty world if you be my salty dog

 

Candy Man. 19611222

 

 

Baby Please Don't Go (Big Joe Williams)

First performed 22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota, The Home Of Bonnie Beecher. Minnesota Hotel Tape. On bootleg Ramblin' Round Minneapolis

 

Baby, please don't go. Baby, please don't go. Baby, please don't go

Back to New Orleans, you know it hurts me so

 

Come way down here. Baby, I'm way down here. Babe, I'm way down here

Give a dime for a beer, babe, please don't go

 

Babe, I'm on Osmonds farm. I'm on Parchman farm. I'm on Grosnits farm

Didn't do no wrong, baby, please don't go

 

Babe, I'm way down long. Babe, I'm way down long. Babe, I'm way down long

I didn't do no harm. Baby, please don't go. Baby, please don't go. Baby, please don't go

 

Baby, please don't go. Baby, please don't go. Baby, please don't go. Baby, please don't go

Baby, please don't go. Baby, please don't go. Baby, please don't go

 

New Orleans is bad. New Orleans is bad. New Orleans is bad

Worst times I ever had. Baby, please don't go. Baby, please don't go. Baby, please don't go

 

Jack of Diamonds is hard. Jack of Diamonds is hard. Jack of Diamonds is hard

But it's the only, only card. Jack of Diamonds is hard

 

Well, you know what I mean. What is the money I made.

Well, I got two cards lookin', one is the ace of diamond the other is the ace of spades

The other is the ace of spades. The other is the ace of spades

 

Honey, I need you now. Honey, I need you now. Honey, I need you now.

Baby please don’t go. Baby please don’t go. Baby please don’t go

Back to Jackson town, babe I need you so

And I love you so

 

Early February 1962, New York City, New York, WBAI Studios. Cynthia Gooding radio show. On bootleg Man On the Street Vol. 1, disc 5

 

Baby, please don't go. Baby, please don't go. Baby, please don't go

Back to New Orleans, you know it hurts me so, back to New Orleans

 

Baby, I'm way down here. Babe, I'm way down here. Baby, I'm way down here

On old Parchman farm. Babe, please don't go, babe, please don't go

 

Turn your lamp down low. Turn your lamp down low. Turn your lamp down low

Don't drive me from your door, babe, please don't go, babe, please don't go

 

New Orleans is rough. New Orleans is rough. New Orleans is rough

[???] is mighty tough, baby, please don't go, baby, please don't go, baby, please don't leave

 

Baby, please don't go. Baby, please don't go. Baby, please don't go

Back to New Orleans, you know it hurts me so, baby, please don't go, baby, please don't go

 

25 april 1962. Columbia Studios, The 2nd Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan Sessions #1

 

Baby, please don't go. Baby, please don't go. Baby, please don't go

Back to New Orleans, you know it hurts me so, baby, please don’t go

 

You got me way down here. You got me way down here

On old Parchman farm, babe, please don't go, babe, please don't go

 

Turn your lamp down low. Turn your lamp down low. Turn your lamp down low

Don't drive me from your door, babe, please don't go, babe, please leave

 

Baby, please don't go. Baby, please don't go. Baby, please don't go

Back to New Orleans, you know it hurts me so, baby, please don’t go

 

Baby Please Don't Go. 19611222, 196202?a, 19620425#1#3

 

 

Stealin', Stealin' (Traditional, arr. Memphis Jug Band)

First performed 22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota, The Home Of Bonnie Beecher. Minnesota Hotel Tape. On bootleg Ramblin' Round Minneapolis

 

Well, put your arms around me like a circle in the sun, stay with me baby like my easy rider done

If you don't think I love you, look what a fool I've been, if you don't think I'm sinking, look what a hole I'm in

I'm stealin', stealin', pretty mama don't you tell on me, well, I'm stealin' back to my good old used to be

 

Well, the woman I love she's about my size, she's a married woman, come to see me sometime

If you don't think I love you, look what a fool I've been,if you don't think I'm sinking, look what a hole I'm in

I'm stealin', stealin', pretty mama don't you tell on me, I'm stealin' back to my good old used to be

 

Well, the woman I love she's so far away, the woman I hate, I see her everyday

If you don't think I'm sinking, look what a hole I'm in, if you don't think I love you, look what a fool I've been

I'm sinkin', stealin', pretty mama don't you tell on me, well I'm stealin' back to my good old used to be

 

Early February 1962, New York City, New York, WBAI Studios. Cynthia Gooding radio show. On bootleg Man On the Street Vol. 1, disc 5

 

Well, the woman I hate, I see her every day, the woman I love she's so far away

If you don't think I love you, look what a fool I've been, if you don't think I'm sinking, look what a hole I'm in

I'm stealin', I'm stealin', pretty mama don't you tell on me, well I'm stealin' back to my good old used to be

 

Well, the woman I love she's about my size, she's a married woman, come to see me sometime

If you don't think I love you, look what a fool I've been, iIf you don't think I'm sinking, look what a hole I'm in

I'm stealin', stealin', pretty mama won't you tell on me, I'm stealin' back to my good old used to be

 

Well, put your arms around me like a circle in the sun, stay with me baby like my easy rider done

If you don't think I'm sinking, look what a hole I'm in,if you don't think I love you, look what a fool I've been

I'm stealin', stealin', pretty mama won't you tell on me, Well, I'm stealin' back to my good old used to be

I'm stealin', stealin', pretty mama don't you tell on me, well, I'm stealin' back to my good old used to be

 

I'm stealin', stealin', pretty mama won't you tell on me.well, I'm stealin' back to my good old used to be

 

2 July 1962, Montreal, Quebec, Canada, Finjan Club. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 19162

 

Well, the woman I love s' about my height and size, she's a married woman, come to see me sometime

If you don't think I love you, look what a fool I've been, if you don't think I'm sinking, look what a hole I'm in

I'm stealin', stealin', pretty mama don't you tell on me, II'm stealin' back to my same old used to be

 

Well, put your arms around me like a circle in the sun, stay with me baby like my easy rider done

If you don't think I love you, look what a fool I've been, if you don't think I'm sinking, look what a hole I'm in

I'm stealin', stealin', pretty mama don't you tell on me, well, I'm stealin' back to my same old used to be

 

Well, the woman I hate, I see her everyday, the woman I love she's so far away

If you don't think I'm in love with ye, don't think I love you look what a fool I've been

If you don't think I'm sinking, look what a hole I'm in

I'm stealin', stealin', pretty mama don't you tell on me, I'm stealin' back to my same old used to be

 

Stealin', stealin', pretty mama don't you tell on me, I'm stealin' back to my same old used to be

 

VARIATIONS Stealin', Stealin'

 

Last line

I'm stealin' back to my good old used to be                                                              22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

I'm stealin' back to my same old used to be                                                                                    2 Jul 1962, Finjan Club

 

Verse 2

Well, the woman I love she's about my size                                                             22 Dec 1961, Minnesota Hotel Tape

Well, the woman I love s' about my height and size                                                                       2 Jul 1962, Finjan Club

 

Stealin', Stealin'. 19611222, 196202?a, 19620702, 19630208

 

 

I Ain't Got No Home (Woody Guthrie)

First performed 22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota, The Home Of Bonnie Beecher. Minnesota Hotel Tape. On bootleg Ramblin' Round Minneapolis

 

Well, I ain't got no home, I'm a-just a-ramblin' 'round. Just a ramblin' worker, I go from town to town

Police make it hard wherever I may go. I ain't got no home in this world anymore

 

Well, my brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road. It's a hot old dusty road that a million feet have trod

Rich man took our home and they drove us from our door and I can't feel at home in this world anymore

 

Now as I look around me, it's funny plain to see. This wicked cruel world is a funny old place to be

The gamblin' man is rich, Lord, the workin' man is poor and I can't feel at home in this world anymore

 

Left out a verse, now, I can't remember that one

 

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

 

I ain't got no home, I'm a-just a-ramblin' 'round. A hard working ramblin' man and I go from town to town

Police make it hard wherever I may go, and I ain't got no home in this world anymore

 

I ain't got no home in this world anymore

 

I was farming on the shares, always I was poor, my crops I lay away into the banker's store

My wife she took down and died upon the cabin floor, and I ain't got no home in this world anymore

 

I ain't got no home in this world anymore

 

Now I ain't got no home, I'm a-just a-ramblin' 'round. A hard working ramblin' man and I go from town to town

Police make it hard wherever I may go, and I ain't got no home in this world anymore

 

I ain't got no home in this world anymore

 

Well as I look around me, it's mighty plain to see, this wide open world, she's is a funny old place to be

The gamblin' man is rich, the workin' man is poor and I ain't got no home in this world anymore

 

I ain't got no home in this world anymore

 

I Ain't Got No Home. 19611222, 19680120

 

 

Story Of East Orange (Bob Dylan)

First performed 22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota, The Home Of Bonnie Beecher. Minnesota Hotel Tape. On bootleg Man On The Street Vol. 1, disc 4

 

First time I ever worked in East Orange, New Jersey

Folks, never go to East Orange, New Jersey. It's a horrible town

I once had to play in a coffeehouse in East Orange, New Jersey

It was a chess player coffeehouse out there, it was so bad, eh, so bad

People playing chess out there, eh

It's all they thought about was chess 'n' chess 'n' chess

People come up to me, you play a song, you play a real quiet song'

In the middle of the song ya hear check

And, hey, that was a good move and all kinds of stuff like that

Yes, folks, it was so bad I had a little dream out that's the first night I worked

About this chess playing stuff

I dreamed I went to work out in East Orange, New Jersey

And -- uh -- about the time I quit in two days

And I went there to ask the guy for my money

I says can I have some money. I worked two days for you

He says, uh, well, o.k., we don't pay money around here, though.

I says, Uh, yeah? He says, Uh, well

He says, Uh, we pay chessmen I said, Uh, well, gimme my chessmen then.

I worked for two days was sort of -- didn't really figure --

I thought he was lying at first

But I took it anyway

He gave me a king and a queen for working two days

I says, Uh, fine, that's ok. So, I took my king and queen, went down to a bar, the nearest bar I could find

I walked in the bar and ordered a pint

I got, I got down the bar, the bartender

I says, Can I have a pint?

I'll be damned if he didn't give me a pint

He asks me for the money

I gave him my king and queen

I'll be damned, he took that king and queen

Threw it under the counter

And brought me out four pawns, two bishops, and a rook for change

 

Little story about East Orange, New Jersey

 

Story Of East Orange. 19611222

 

 

Wade In The Water (Traditional)

Frst performed 22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota, The Home Of Bonnie Beecher. Minnesota Hotel Tape. On bootleg Ramblin' Round Minneapolis

 

Wade in the water. Wade in the water, children. Wade in the water

God's a-gonna trouble the water. God's a-gonna trouble the water

 

Well, who are these children all dressed in red? God's a-gonna trouble the water

Must-a-be the children that Moses lead. God's a-gonna trouble the water

 

Wade in the water. Wade in the water, children. Wade in the water

God's a-gonna trouble the water. God's a-gonna trouble the water

 

Well, out of the mountain come fire an' smoke. God's a-gonna trouble the water

Jehovah nobody be he could've spoke. God's a-gonna trouble the water

 

Wade in the water. Wade in the water, children. Wade in the water

God's a-gonna trouble the water. God's a-gonna trouble the water

 

Well, I'm walkin' down the highway an' the water's gettin' low. God's a-gonna trouble the water

Walkin' down the highway, nowhere to go. God's a-gonna trouble the water

 

But it's wade in the water. Wade in the water, children. Wade in the water

God's a-gonna troubling the water. God's a-gonna troubling the water. God's a-gonna troubling the water

 

Wade In The Water. 19611222

 

 

I Was Young When I Left Home (Bob Dylan)

First performed 22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota, The Home Of Bonnie Beecher. Minnesota Hotel Tape. On bootleg Ramblin' Round Minneapolis

 

I was young when I left home, gonna been out a-rambling 'round and I never wrote a letter to my home

To my home, lord to my home, and I never wrote a letter to my home

 

It was just the other day I was bringing on my pay when I met an old friend I used to know

Said your mother's dead and gone, baby sister's all gone wrong and your daddy needs you home right away

 

Not a shirt on my back not a penny on my name but I can't go home thisaway

Thisaway, lord, lord, lord, and I can't go home thisaway

 

If you miss the train, I'm on count the days I'm gone, you will hear that whistle blow a hundred miles

Hundred miles, honey baby, lord, lord, lord, and you'll hear that whistle blow a hundred miles

 

I'm playing on a track, Ma would come and whoop me back on them trestles down by old Jim McKay's

When I pay the debt, I owe to the commissary store I will pawn my watch and chain and go home

Go home, lord, lord, lord, I will pawn my watch and chain and go home

 

Used to tell ma sometimes when I see them riding blind, gonna make me a home out in the wind

In the wind, lord in the wind, make me a home out in the wind

 

I don't like it in the wind, I go back home again but I can't go home thisaway

Thisaway, lord, lord, lord, and I can't go home thisaway

 

I was young when I left home and I been all rambling 'round and I never wrote a letter to my home

To my home lord, lord, lord, and I never wrote a letter to my home.

 

I Was Young When I Left Home. 19611222

 

 

In The Evening (Brownie McGhee)

First performed 22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota, The Home Of Bonnie Beecher. Minnesota Hotel Tape. On bootleg Ramblin' Round Minneapolis

 

In the evening, baby, when the sun goes down. In the evening, when the sun goes down

Sure gets lonesome when your baby's not around

 

Sure gets lonesome, sleepin' all by yourself. Sure gets lonesome, baby, sleepin' all by yourself

When you're lovin' somebody and she's sleepin' with somebody else when the sun goes down

 

In the evening, mama, when the sun goes down. Oh, Lord. In the evening, when the sun goes down

Sure gets lonesome when your baby's not around when the sun goes down

 

In the evening, in the evening, mama, when the sun goes down. In the evening, mama, when the sun goes down

Sure gets lonesome when your baby's not around when the sun goes down

 

In The Evening. 19611222

 

 

Long John (Traditional)

First performed 22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota, The Home Of Bonnie Beecher. Minnesota Hotel Tape. On bootleg Ramblin' Round Minneapolis

 

[Things gone bad on lost] John. Long John from Bowling Green

 

I'm long gone, Long John. He ran to the corn. Ran to the corn. Like a turkey in the corn

He's running to the corn. With his long clothes on. He's running to the corn

Long John with his long cloths on

 

Well, the water was deep. And the water was wide. Long John come on the east coast side

Trapped in the river. Trying to get uncaught. [Jumped on] the alligator. Fell of hard

Jumped out, come to the other side. See them guns. [And the poor man's hide]

 

He's long gone. Well, into the trees. Runnin' to the swamp

He's long gone. He's long gone. He's long lost John

From the Bowling Green

 

Long John comes where the trains come around. Hears Number Nine by the way she sounds

Train is rolling up around the bend, sixteen coaches, thought it had no end

Long John runs to the sideboard track. Get up the train. Never him come back

Train is coming to where he was, [Salmon City] down in Arkansas

 

Train come around, train sounds. Train sounds something like this

[Harmonica playing]

 

Train gets speed it sounds like this

[Harmonica playing]

 

John and that train [gonna fill in] miles. Got so tired that the poor boy fell off. Lying down in the [???]

Seen them light for million miles. Then a farmer there, where he would live

[State police and dogs] surrounded him. One light shining on top of the bin

[???]

[???] dogs

 

Here's the sound of the dogs

 

[Harmonica playing]

 

A little biddy dog. Big bad dog. Long John scared is a-running through the [thorns]

He's running so fast as his boots [???]

 

[Harmonica playing]

 

Here's long John. Running through the corn. With his long clothes on

And it's Long John, Long John. Long John running though the corn

Long clothes on. Long clothes on. Long clothes on. Long clothes on

 

The dogs. The train

Last time I heard of him

He was over in Europe

 

Long John. 19611222

 

 

Cocaine (Cocaine Blues) (Traditional, arr. Gary Davies)

First performed 22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota, The Home Of Bonnie Beecher. Minnesota Hotel Tape. On bootleg Ramblin' Round Minneapolis

 

When walk up 10th street turn down Beale looking for a girl at the Colosseum. Cocaine all around my brain

Hey mama, won't you come here quick, this old Cocaine is making me sick. Cocaine all around my brain

Walked up 10th street turn down Main looking where I get Cocaine. Cocaine all around my brain

Hey baby, won't you come here quick ,this old cocaine is getting me sick. Cocaine all around my brain

Here come my baby all dressed in white, hey, baby won't you stay all night. Cocaine all around my brain

Hey baby, this is real, you must know the way I feel. Cocaine all around my brain

Yonder come a baby all dressed in blue, hey baby, don't want no one but you. Cocaine is inside my brain

Hey mama, come here soon, this old hash she's got me on the moon. Cocaine all around my brain

 

Guitar, bad Guitar

 

Yonder comes my baby all dressed in purple, hey baby, I watch your nipples. Cocaine all around my brain

Hey baby, won't you come here quick, you know that I'm getting sick. Cocaine all around my brain

 

15 October 1962, New York City, New York, Gaslight Café, The Second Gaslight Tape. Released on Live At The Gaslight 1962.

 

Yonder come my baby all dressed in red. Hey baby, I'm better off dead. Cocaine all around my brain

Hey baby, won't you come here quick. This old cocaine is making me sick. Cocaine all around my brain

Yonder come a baby all dressed in white. Hey baby won't you stay all night. Cocaine all around my brain

Hey mama, won't you come here quick. This old cocaine is making me sick. Cocaine all around my brain

Yonder come a baby all dressed in blue. Hey baby, what you're gonna do?.Cocaine all around my brain

Hey baby, won't you come here quick. This old cocaine is making me sick. Cocaine all around my brain.

Well, up and down 10th street, turned down main. Looking for a guy they call Cocaine. Cocaine all around my brain

Then I walked down 10th street, turned down Beale. Looking for a guy they call Lucille. Cocaine all around my brain

Yonder come a baby all dressed in white. Hey baby won't you stay all night. Cocaine all around my brain

Hey baby, won't you come here quick. This old cocaine is making me sick. Cocaine all around my brain

Lord, it's disappearing out of my head. Goddamn, gotta be on my head. Cocaine all around my brain

 

I'm... oh,..and then it pounds....

 

14 and 15 January 1963, Dobell’s Jazz Shop, London, Dick Farina and Eric Van Schmidt sessions. Released on Dick Farina And Eric Von Schmidt

 

Sideman. Dylan as Blind Boy Grunt. harmonica nd background vocals

Vocals Dick Farina and Eric Von Schmidt.

 

 

24 August 1997, Filene Center, Wolf Trap Farm Park For The Performing Arts, Vienna, Virginia. On bootleg Back At The Wolftrap

 

Every time my baby and me we go up town. Police come and they knock me down. Cocaine all around my brain

Hey baby, better come here quick. This old cocaine is making me sick. Cocaine all around my brain

Yonder comes by baby, she's dressed in red. She's got a shot-gun, says she's gonna kill me dead

Cocaine all around my brain

Hey baby, better come here quick. This old cocaine is making me sick. Cocaine all around my brain

Early one morning, half past four. cocaine come knockin' on my door. Cocaine all around my brain

Hey baby, you better, better come here quick. This old cocaine is making me sick. Cocaine all around my brain

Cocaine's for horses and it's not for men. Doctor said it kill you, but he don't say when

Cocaine all around my brain

 

Cocaine Blues. 19611222, 19621015, 19630114-15, 19970824

 

 

VD Blues (Woody Guthrie)

First performed 22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota, The Home Of Bonnie Beecher. Minnesota Hotel Tape. On bootleg Ramblin' Round Minneapolis

 

Well, I heard folks tellin' them VD blues ain't bad. Well, I heard folks tellin' them VD blues ain't bad

These VD blues are the worst I've ever had

 

Well, I got disgusted to sail down on a spree. Well, I got disgusted and I sailed down on a spree

When I got back home, I had that old VD

 

Well, I had bad dreams, I could not sleep in bed. Well, I had bad dreams, I could not sleep in bed

I was ashamed to say it's the VD blues I had

 

VD give me chills and give me the creepers, too. VD give me the blues, it give me the creepers, too

Well, my mind went blank and I didn't know what to do

 

Heard folks tellin' these VD blues ain't bad. Yes, I heard folks tellin' these VD blues ain't bad

But these VD blues are some of the worst I've ever had

 

VD Blues. 19611222

 

 

VD Waltz (Woody Guthrie)

First performed 22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota, The Home Of Bonnie Beecher. Minnesota Hotel Tape. On bootleg Ramblin' Round Minneapolis

 

All the birds are singin' in the mornin' trees but the birds are not singin' for me

My man did meet with a flirt on the street, gave him a case of VD

 

I begged him to look up a doctor and go it broke out all over his skin

But he rubbed his self with some dark drugstore salve and he said, It's not the VD

 

I've been in the Army and the Merchant Marines my dear wife, long enough to know

That little red... little... little hot rashes that burn on my skin are not the VD, I'm sure

 

VD Waltz. 19611222

 

 

VD City (Woody Guthrie)

First performed 22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota, The Home Of Bonnie Beecher. Minnesota Hotel Tape. On bootleg Ramblin' Round Minneapolis

 

Well, you’ve seen your bright visions of glory where love built your city on high

I have just seen the cold lower dungeons where the victims of syphilis cry

They are called to this city of sorrow to confess all the wrong things they’ve done

Their teardrops [???] weep much louder than my cities blown down by the bombs

 

There’s a street named for every disease here, Syph alley, and clap avenue

And the whores and their pimps and their victims all pass on the curb from our view

Once young, once healthy and happy, now a whirlpool of raving insane

Lost here in this wild V.D. city, nobody knows you by name

 

Your eyes are too festered to see here, your body is rotten by sores

Every window stands full of lost faces, human wrecks pile the stairs and the doors

Must you pay your way to this city with an hour of passions and vice

I pray that I’ll not see your face here where the millions now burn in this fire

 

VD City. 19611222

 

 

VD Gunner's Blues (Woody Guthrie)

First performed 22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota, The Home Of Bonnie Beecher. Minnesota Hotel Tape. On bootleg Ramblin' Round Minneapolis

 

Landlady, hey, landlady, push your window high

Landlady, hey, landlady, push up your window screen

Well, I've come to kill that woman that give me the old VD

 

Quit your beatin', stop your bangin', quit kickin' up around my door

Quit your beatin', stop your bangin', quit kickin' up around my door

Well, that woman who give you the VD she don't live here no more

 

Landlady, landlady, you're tellin' me a lie

Landlady, landlady, tellin' me a lie

There's a dose of hot lead to stop your lyin' tongue

 

Blow your whistle, policeman, my poor feet are bound to run

Blow your whistle, policeman, y poor feet are bound to run

But I won't stop my runnin' till I get that VD woman with my gun

 

I can hear your bullets slingin', sweet bullets from your deputy's gun

I can hear 'em slingin' past me, sweet bullets from that deputy's gun

From this hole in my back I can feel my heart-blood run

 

VD Gunner's Blues. 19611222

 

 

Black Cross (Hezekiah Jones) (Poem Joseph Simon Newman)

First performed 22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

4 November 1961, New York City, New York, Carnegie Chapter Hall. On bootleg Man On The Street Vol. 1, disc 3

 

There once was a man named Hezekiah Jones. Hogback county

He never had much, except some land and a plow

Every time he got something left over he spent it

But in the cupboard, he kept in de cupboard for what he called the rainy season

That is when he got some extra money he couldn't do nothing with, he'd buy books

 

White folk around the country said, eh, well, Hezekiah, he's harmless enough, but the way I see

it he better put down them God damn books. Reading ain't no good for an ignorant nigger

 

Reverent Green of the white men's church came around that year, knockin' on doors. He knocked on Hezekiah's door

He said, Hezekiah, you believe in the Lord? Hezekiah says, well, I've never seen the Lord. I can't say as I do

 

He says, Hezekiah, you believe in the church?

Hezekiah says, well, the church is divided, they can't make up their minds, I can't make up mine either

Hezekiah, you believe that as a man is good he goes to heaven for his last reward?

Hezekiah says, I'm good. As good as my neighbor

You don't believe in nothing, said the white men's preacher, you don't believe in nothing

 

Oh, yes I do, said Hezekiah. I believe, I believe a man should be behold unto it's neighbor not for the reward of heaven or the fear of hellfire

But you don't understand, said the white men's preacher, there's a lot of good ways for a man to be wicked

And they hung Hezekiah high as a pigeon

White folks around said, eh, well, he had it coming. 'cause the son of a bitch never had no religion

 

22 December 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota, The Home Of Bonnie Beecher. Minnesota Hotel Tape. On bootleg Ramblin' Round Minneapolis

 

There was a man called Hezekiah Jones. And he never had much, except a farm and some land

He ate what he raised. But in the cupboard, he kept there in de cupboard what he called for the rainy season

That is when he have something left over, he'd spent it and he'd buy books. And he greed his books. Kept them around in the cupboard

 

White folk around the country said, well, he's harmless enough I suppose. But the way I look at it, he had to put down them god damn books. Reading ain't no good for an ignorant nigger

 

Reverent Green of the white men's church came around that year, knockin' on doors. He knocked on Hezekiah's door

He said, Hezekiah, you believe in the Lord?

Hezekiah says, well, I've never seen the Lord. I, I can't say as I do. Uh, can't believe in nothing you don't see

He says, Hezekiah, you believe in the church?

Hezekiah says, well, uh, the church is divided, ain't they. They can't make up their minds, I, I'm just like them

You know, I, I can't make up mine either

Reverend says, Hezekiah, you believe in that if a man is good, heaven is his last reward?

Hezekiah says, I'm good. I'm good. I'm as good as my neighbor

You don't believe in nothing, said the white men's preacher

 

Oh, oh, yes, I do, said Hezekiah, I believe that a man should be behold unto it's neighbor. Not for the reward of heaven or the fear of hellfire

But you don't understand, said the white men's preacher. There's a lot of good ways for a man to be wicked

And they hung Hezekiah as high up as a pigeon

White folks around said, eh, well, he had it coming. The son of a bitch never had no religion

 

15 October 1962, New York City, New York, Gaslight Café. On. The Second Gaslight Tape. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1962

 

This is the story of Hezekiah Jones

 

Hezekiah Jones lived in a place in Arkansas. He never had too much. except he had some land. An' he had a couple of hogs and things like that

 

He never had much money, but he spent what he did make as fast as he made it. So, it never really mattered that he had much money. But in a cupboard there. He kept in the cupboard, he kept in the cupboard books

He called the books his rainy season

 

The white folks around the county there talked about Hezekiah. They said, Well, old Hezekiah, he's harmless enough, but the way I see it he better put down them goddam books. Readin' ain't no good, for an ignorant nigger

 

One day the white man's preacher came around. Knockin' on doors, knockin' on all the doors in the county

He knocked on Hezekiah's door. He says, Hezekiah, you believe in the Lord?

Hezekiah says, Well, I don't know,I never really seen the Lord. I can't say, yes, I do.

He says, Hezekiah, you believe in the Church?

Hezekiah says, Well, the Church is divided, ain't they. And they can't make up their minds. I'm just like them, I can't make up mine either

He says, Hezekiah, you believe that if a man is good Heaven is his last reward.

Hezekiah says, I'm good... good as my neighbor

You don't believe in nothin ‘said the white man's preacher. You don't believe in nothin'

Oh yes, I do, says Hezekiah. I believe that a man should be indebted to his neighbor

Not for the reward of Heaven or fear of hellfire

But you don't understand, said the white man's preacher, there's a lot of good ways for a man to be wicked

 

And they hung Hezekiah high as a pigeon

White folks around there said, well, he had it comin' 'cause the son-of-a-bitch never had no religion!

 

Black Cross. 19611104, 19611222, 19621015

 

 

Untitled Song (Pillow) (Bo b Dylan)

Early 1962. Mentioned in Scorsese’s No Direction Home

 

 

The Death Of Emmett Till (Bob Dylan)

First performed 29 January 1962, New York City, New York

 

December 1962, New York City, Witmark & Sons Studios. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 9

 

’T was down in Mississippi not so long ago

When a young boy from Chicago town walked through a Southern door

This boy’s dreadful tragedy I can stilll remember well

The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till

 

Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up

They said they had a reason, but I can't remember what

They tortured him and did some things too evil to repeat

There were screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing sounds out on the street

 

Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a blood red rain

And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screaming pain

The reason that they killed him there, and I'm sure it ain't no lie

Was just for the fun of killing him, and to watch him slowly die

 

And then to stop the United States of yelling for a trial

Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till

But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers commit this awful crime

And so this trial was a mockery, but nobody there seemed to mind

 

I saw the morning papers but I could not bear

To see the smiling brothers walkin’ down the courthouse stairs

For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free

While Emmett’s body floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea

 

If you can’t speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that’s so unjust

Your eyes are filled with dead men’s dirt, your mind is filled with dust

Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your blood it must refuse to flow

For you to let this human race fall down so God-awful low!

 

This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow man

That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan

But if all us folks that thinks alike, if we give all we could give                                                                                              

We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live

 

VARIATIONS The Death Of Emmett Till. Compared with the take released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 9. Recorded December 1962, New York City, New York, Witmark & Sons Studios

 

’T was down in Mississippi not so long ago

When a young boy from Chicago town walked through a Southern door

    When a [???] boy from Chicago town walked in a Southern door                              29 Jan 1962, McKenzie Home

This boy’s dreadful tragedy I can stilll remember well

     This boy’s dreadful tragedy you should all remember well                                          29 Jan 1962, McKenzie home

The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till

 

Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up

They said they had a reason, but I can't remember what

     They [???] a reason, but I disremember what                                                              29 Jan 1962, McKenzie Home

They tortured him and did some things too evil to repeat

There were screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing sounds out on the street

 

Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a blood red rain

And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screaming pain

The reason that they killed him there, and I'm sure it ain't no lie

Was just for the fun of killing him, and to watch him slowly die

     Because he was a black skin boy, he was born just to die                                         29 Jan 1962, McKenzie Home

     'cause he was born a black skin boy, he was born to die                           Early Feb 1962, Cynthia Gooding Show

     He was a black skin boy, so he was born just to die                                                                24 Apr 1962, 1st FWRS

     Because this [???] was in killing him, and to slowly watch him die                                  Oct 1962, Billy Faier Show

 

And then to stop the United States of yelling for a trial

     They meant to cease the mission of yellin' for a trial                                                    29 Jan 1962, McKenzie home

Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till

But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers commit this awful crime

     But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers in this crime                     29 Jan 1962, McKenzie Home

And so this trial was a mockery, but nobody there seemed to mind

     So this trial was a mockery, but nobody seemed to mind                                           29 Jan 1962, McKenzie Home

 

I saw the morning papers but I could not bear

To see the smiling brothers walkin’ down the courthouse stairs

     To see the brothers smiling walkin’ down the courthouse stairs                                29 Jan 1962, McKenzie Home

For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free

While Emmett’s body floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea

 

If you can’t speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that’s so unjust

Your eyes are filled with dead men’s dirt, your mind is filled with dust

     Your eyes are filled with dead men’s dirt, your ears are filled with dust                   29 Jan 1962, McKenzie Home

     Your eyes are filled with dead men’s clay, and your ears must be filled with dust          Feb 1962, Gooding show

Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your blood it must refuse to flow

     Your arms and legs must be chained and your mind must cease to flow                29 Jan 1962, McKenzie Home

     Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your mind it must cease to flow              Feb 1962

For you to let this human race fall down so God-awful low!

 

This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow man

That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan

But if all us folks that thinks alike, if we give all we could give

     But if all of us folks that thinks alike, if we give all we can give                                  29 Jan 1962, McKenzie Home

We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live

     We make this great land of ours a better place to live                                                 29 Jan 1962, McKenzie home

 

The Death of Emmett Till. 196202?a, 19620129, 196203??, 19620424, 196205??, 19620702, 196210?b, 196212??,

 

 

Smokestack Lightning (Howlin' Wolf)

First performed Early February 1962, New York City, New York, WBAI Studios

 

Early February 1962, New York City, New York, WBAI Studios. Cynthia Gooding radio show

 

Hard days, Smokestack Lightning shining down like ghost. Can't you hear me crying?

 

Tell me, tell me baby, just where you stayed last night. Can't you hear me crying?

 

Please stop your train and let a poor boy ride. Can't you hear me crying?

 

Tell me, tell me baby, just what's the matter here.Can't you hear me crying?

 

Hey you been fooling. Who's been here since I been gone?

Little Billy Boy? Can't you hear me crying?

 

Smokestack Lightning. 196202?a

 

 

Hard Travelin' (Woody Guthrie)

First performed Early February 1962, New York City, New York, WBAI Studios

 

Early February 1962, New York City, New York, WBAI Studios. Cynthia Gooding radio show.

 

Oh, I've been havin' some hard travelin', I thought you knowed

I've been havin' some hard travelin', way down the road

I've been havin' some hard travelin', hard ramblin', hard gamblin'

An' I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lord

 

Oh, I've been ridin' them blind passengers, I thought you knowed

I've been ridin' in fast wheelers, way down the road

Blind passengers, flat wheelers, dead enders, kicking up cinders

An' I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lord

 

Oh, I've been workin' in a hard rock tunnel, I thought you knowed

I've been pourin' red hot slag way down the road

I've been a-blastin' an' I've been firin' an' I've been pourin' the red hot iron

An' I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lord

 

Oh, I've been walkin' that Lincoln Highway, I thought you knowed

I've been hitchin' on the '66, way down the road

Heavy load, a worried man, I'm a-lookin' for a woman that's a-hard to find

And I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lawd

 

Oh, I've been hittin' some hard harvestin', I thought you knowed

North Dakota to Kansas City way down the road

Bunchin' that wheat an' stacking that hay, trying to make about a dollar a day

An' I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lord

 

Oh, I've been locked in a hard rock jail, I thought you knowed

I've been layin' out ninety days, way down the road

The mean old judge he says to me, That's a-ninety days for vagrancy

And I've been hittin' some hard travelin', Lord

 

Oh, I've been havin' some hard travelin', I thought you knowed

I've been hittin' some hard travelin', way down the road

I've been hittin' some hard travelin', hard ramblin', hard gamblin'

And I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lord.

 

Hard Travelin'. 196202?a

 

 

Standing On The Highway (Bob Dylan)

First performed Early February 1962, New York City, New York, WBAI Studios

 

Early February 1962, New York City, New York, WBAI Studios, Cynthia Gooding Radio Show. On bootleg Man On The Street Vol. 1, disc 5.

 

Well, I’m standin’ on the highway, tryin’ to bum a ride, tryin’ to bum a ride, tryin’ to bum a ride

Well, I’m standin’ on the highway, tryin’ to bum a ride

Nobody seems to know me, everybody pas' me by

 

I wonder if my good gal, I wonder if she knows I'm here

I wonder if she knows I'm here, does she know I'm here?

Well, I wonder if my good gal, I wonder if she knows I'm here, I wonder if she knows I'm here

Well, if she knows I'm here, Lord, I wonder if she said a prayer

 

I got two cards looking, Lord they seem to be handmade, handmade, they seem to be handmade

I got two cards looking, Lord they seem to be handmade

One looks like the ace of diamonds, the other looks like it's the ace of spades

 

Well, I'm standing on a crossroads wondering where everybody went, where everybody goes

Tell me where everybody went, Lord, I'm a-standing on a crossroads and wonder where everybody went

Please mister won't you pick me up, I swear I ain't gonna kill nobody's kids

I’m standin’ on the highway, tryin’ to hold up and be, tryin’ to hold up and be, tryin’ to hold up and be brave

Well, I’m standin’ on the crossroads, tryin’ to hold up and be, tryin’ to hold up and be brave

I got one road goin' up high, Lord, the nearest road’s goin’ down to my grave

 

Well, I’m standin’ on the crossroads, tryin' to flag a ride

Well, I’m standin’ on the highway, tryin' to bum a ride, tryin' to bum a ride

I'm standing on the highway,  watching my life roll by

 

February 1962, New York City, New York, Leeds Music Demos. Released on Bootleg Series Vol. 9

 

Well, I’m standin’ on the highway, tryin’ to bum a ride, tryin’ to bum a ride, tryin’ to bum a ride

Well, I’m standin’ on the highway, tryin’ to bum a ride, tryin’ to bum a ride, tryin’ to bum a ride

Nobody seems to know me, everybody pas' me by

 

Well, I’m standin’ on the highway, tryin’ to hold up, tryin’ to hold up, tryin’ to hold up and be brave

Yes, I’m standin’ on the highway, tryin’ to hold up, tryin’ to hold up and be brave

One road’s goin’ to the bright lights, the other’s goin’ down to my grave

 

Well, I’m standin’ on the highway, vision clear

Well, I’m standin’ on the highway, vision clear

Everybody pas' me by,nobody seem to know I'm here

 

Well, I’m lookin’ down at two cards, they seem to be handmade

Well, I’m lookin’ down at two cards, they seem to be handmade

One looks like it’s the ace of diamonds, the other looks like it is the ace of spades

Well, I’m lookin’ down at two cards, they seem to be handmade

Well, I’m lookin’ down at two cards, they seem to be handmade

One looks like it’s the ace of diamonds, the other looks like it is the ace of spades

 

Well, I’m standin’ on the highway, watchin’ my life roll by

Well, I’m standin’ on the highway, watchin’ my life roll by

Well, I’m standin’ on the highway, tryin’ to bum a ride

 

Standing on the Highway 196202?a, 196202?b

 

 

Roll On, John (Traditional, arr. Bob Dylan)

irst performed Early February 1962, New York City, New York, WBAI Studios

 

Early February 1962, New York City, New York, WBAI Studios. Cynthia Gooding radio show. On bootleg Man On the Street Vol. 1, disc 5

 

Roll, roll, roll on John, don't you roll so slow. How can I roll when the wheels won't roll?

 

I asked that girl, won't you be my wife? She fell on her knees, she began to cry

 

The more she cried, the worse I felt till I thought my heart would melt

 

I looked at the sun was a-sinking low, I looked at my baby, she was a-walkin' down the road..

 

I looked at the sun was a-turning red, I looked at my baby, but she bowed her head

 

Don't the sun look lonesome, oh lord, lord,  lord, on the graveyard fence?

Don't my baby look lonesome when her head is bent?

 

Roll on John, don't you roll so slow, how can I roll when the wheels won't roll

 

Roll on John, don't you roll so slow. Baby, how can I roll when the wheels won't roll.

 

Roll On, John. 196202?a

 

 

Poor Boy Blues (Bob Dylan)

First performed February 1962, New York City, New York, Leeds Demos

 

February 1962, New York City, New York, Leeds Music Demos. Released on Bootleg Series Vol. 9

 

Mm, tell me mama, where’d ya sleep last night? Cain’t ya hear me cryin’?. Hm, hm, hm

 

Hey, tell me baby, what’s the matter here? Cain’t ya hear me cryin’? Hm, hm, hm

Hey, stop you ol’ train, let a poor boy ride. Cain’t ya hear me cryin’?. Hm, hm, hm

 

Hey, Mister Bartender, I swear I’m not too young. Cain’t ya hear me cryin’? Hm, hm, hm

Blow your whistle, policeman, my poor feet are trained to run. Cain’t ya hear me cryin’? Hm, hm, hm

 

Long-distance operator, I hear this phone call is on the house. Cain’t ya hear me cryin’? Hm, hm, hm

Ashes and diamonds, the diff’rence I cain’t see. Cain’t ya hear me cryin’? Hm, hm, hm

 

Poor Boy Blues 196202?b

 

 

Ballad For A Friend (Bob Dylan)

irst performed February 1962, New York City, New York, Leeds Demos

 

February 1962, New York City, New York, Leeds Music Demos. Released on Bootleg Series Vol. 9

 

Sad I’m a-sittin’ on the railroad track. Watchin’ that old smokestack. Train is a-leavin’ but it won’t be back

 

Years ago we hung around. Watchin’ trains roll through the town. Now that train is a-graveyard bound

 

Where we go up in that North Country. Lakes and streams and mines so free. I had no better friend than he

 

Something happened to him that day, I thought I heard a stranger say, I hung my head and stole away

 

A diesel truck was heading down, carryin' up a heavy load. Left him on a Utah road

 

They carried him back to his home town. His mother cried, his sister moaned. Listenin’ to them church bells tone

 

A diesel truck was rollin' slow, pulling down a heavy load. It left him on a Utah Road

 

I sung the last verse for you, because I missed the words the first time I sung about the truck

 

Ballad For A Friend 196202?b

 

 

Rambling, Gambling Willie (Bob Dylan)

First performed February 1962, New York City, New York, Leeds Demos

 

February 1962, New York City, New York, Leeds Music Demos. Released on Bootleg Series Vol. 9

 

Come around you rovin’ gamblers and a story I will tell

About the greatest gambler, you all should know him well

His name was Will O’Conley and he gambled all his life

He had twenty-seven children, yet he's never had a wife

And it’s ride, Willie, ride, roll, Willie, roll, wherever you are a-gamblin’ now nobody really knows

 

He gambled in the White House and in the railroad yards

Wherever there was people, there was Willie and his cards

He had the reputation as the gamblin’est man around

Wives would keep their husbands home when Willie came to town

And it’s ride, Willie, ride, roll, Willie, roll, wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody really knows

 

Sailin’ down the Mississippi to a town called New Orleans

They’re still talkin’ about their card game on that Jackson River Queen

I’ve come to win some money, Gamblin’ Willie says

When the game finally ended up, the whole damn boat was his

And it’s ride, Willie, ride, roll, Willie, roll, wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody really knows

 

Up in the Rocky Mountains in a town called Cripple Creek

There was an all-night poker game, lasted about a week

Nine hundred miners had laid their money down

When Willie finally left the room, he owned the whole damn town

And it’s ride, Willie, ride, roll, Willie, roll, wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody really knows

 

But Willie had a heart of gold and this I know is true

He supported all his children and all their mothers too

He wore no rings or fancy things, like other gamblers wore

He spread his money far and wide, to help the sick and the poor

And it’s ride, Willie, ride, roll, Willie, roll, wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody really knows

 

When you played your cards with Willie, you never really knew

Whether he was bluffin’ or whether he was true

He won a fortune from a man who folded in his chair

The man, he left a diamond flush, Willie didn’t even have a pair

And it’s ride, Willie, ride, roll, Willie, roll, wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody really knows

 

It was late one evenin’ during a poker game

A man lost all his money, he said Willie was to blame

He shot poor Willie through the head, which was a tragic fate

When Willie’s cards fell on the floor, they were aces backed with eights

And it’s ride, Willie, ride, roll, Willie, roll, wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody really knows

 

So all you rovin’ gamblers, wherever you might be

The moral of the story is very plain to see

Make your money while you can, before you have to stop

For when you pull that dead man’s hand, your gamblin’ days are up

And it’s ride, Willie, ride, roll, Willie, roll, wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody really knows

 

VARIATIONS Rambling, Gambling Willie

 

Last line

nobody really knows                                                                                                   Feb 1962, NYC, Leeds Music Demos

nobody knows                                                                                                                                        24 Apr 1962, FWRS#4

 

Verse 1

His name was Will O’Conley                                                                                     Feb 1962, NYC, Leeds Music Demos

His name was Willie O’Conley                                                                                                           24 Apr 1962, FWRS #4

 

Verse 3

When the game finally ended up, the whole damn boat was his                        Feb 1962, NYC, Leeds Music Demos

When the game finally ended up, the whole darn boat was his                                                   24 Apr 1962, FWRS #4

 

Rambling, Gambling Willie 196202?b, 19620424#1#2#3=4

 

 

Midnight Special (Traditional)

First performed 2 February 1962, New York City, New York

 

2 February 1962, New York City, New York, Webster Hall. Released on The Midnight Special, Harry Belafonte

 

Sideman. Dylan plays harmonica at Harry Belafonte studio session