Volume 3. The Freewheeliní Bob Dylan

 

 

Wont you Buy My Postcard? (Bob Dylan)

February or March 1962. Mentioned By Dylan To Cynthia Gooding In Radio Interview. Information in Clinton Heylin's Revolution in the air: the songs of Bob Dylan, 1957-1973

 

 

Ballad Of Donald White (Bob Dylan)

First performed February or March 1962, New York City, New York

 

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

 

[My name is Donald White, you see I stand before you all]

I was judged by you a murderer and the hangmanís knot must fall

I will die upon the gallows pole when the moon is bright and clear

And these are my final words that you will ever hear

 

Oh, I left my home in Kansas when I was very young

I landed in the old Northwest Seattle, Washington

Although Iíd a-traveled many miles, I never made a friend

For I never get along in life with people that I met

 

If I had some education to give me a decent start

I might have been a doctor or a master in the arts

But I used my hands for stealing when I was very young

And they locked me down in jailhouse cells, thatís how my life begun

 

Oh, the inmates and the prisoners, I found they were my kind

And it was there inside the bars I found [my peace of mind]

But the jails they were overcrowded, institutions overflowed

So they turned me loose to walk upon lifeís weary tangled road

 

And thereís danger on the ocean where the salt sea waves split high

And thereís danger on the battlefield where the shells of bullets fly

And thereís danger in this open world where men strive to be free

For me the greatest danger was in society

 

So I asked them to send me back to the institution home

But they said they were too crowded, for me they had no room

I got down on my knees and begged, Oh, please put me away

But they would not listen to my plea or nothing I would say

 

And so it was on Christmas Eve in the year of í59

It was on that night I killed a man, I did not try to hide

The jury found me guilty and I wonít disagree

For I knew that it would happen if I wasnít put away

 

And Iím glad Iíve had no parents to weep for me or cry

For now they will never know the horrible death that I die

And Iím also glad Iíve had no friends to see me in disgrace

For theyíll never see that hangmanís hood wrap around my face

 

Farewell to all youÖ Farewell to the old north woods of which I used to roam

Farewell to the crowded bars of whichíve been my home

Farewell to all you people that think the worst of me

I guess youí might fell better when Iím on that hanging tree

 

But thereís just one question before they kill me dead

Iím wondering just how much to you I really said

Concerning all the boys that walk a road just like me

Are they enemies or victims of your society?

 

My name is Donald White, you see, I stand before you now

I was judged by you a murderer and the hangmanís knot must fall

I will die upon the gallows pole when the moon is bright and clear

And these are my final words that you will ever hear

 

VARIATIONS Ballad Of Donald White

 

Verse 2

Left out on 196203??, 196205??, 19620920

 

Verse 4

But the jails they were overcrowded †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Feb or Mar 1962, Cynthia Gooding

But the jails they were to crowded†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 20 Sep 1962, McKenzies

 

So, they turned me loose to walk upon††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Feb or Mar 1962, Cynthia Gooding

So, they set me loose to walk upon††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† May 1962, Broadside Show

 

Verse 8

To weep for me or cry ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Feb or Mar 1962, Cynthia Gooding

To care for me or cry†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† May 1962, WBAI, Broadside Show

 

The horrible death that I die ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Feb or Mar 1962, Cynthia Gooding

The hangin' death that I die†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 19 Apr 1963 or 1962, The McKenzie

 

Verse 9

I guess youí might fell better †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Feb or Mar 1962, Cynthia Gooding

I guess you feel much better ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† May 1962, WBAI, Broadside Show

I guess your mind will be at ease†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 20 Sep 1962, McKenzies

 

Verse 11 (is verse 1)

Left out on †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 20 Sep 1962, McKenzies

 

Ballad of Donald White 196202>>, 196203??, 196205??, 19620920

 

 

Rocks And Gravel (Traditional, arr. Bob Dylan)

First performed February or March 1962, New York City, New York

 

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

 

Takes rocks and gravel, baby, make solid road, yeah. Takes rocks and gravel, baby, make a solid road

Takes a good-looking woman, satisfy my soul. Satisfy my weary soul. Oh, Yeah

 

If you getting married you better think twice and talk once

Now, when you go to get married, you better talk once and think twice, talk once and think twice

Cause you make a mistake, you might have wrote a bad part of your life the whole rest of your life

 

[??]woman, can't you hear me calling you, hear me calling you

One day woman, can you hear me calling you, hear me calling you

And when he calls your name, know just what you're supposed to do. You know what you're supposed to do

 

Takes rocks and gravel, baby, make solid road. Takes rocks and gravel, baby, make a solid road

Takes a good-looking woman, satisfy my soul. Satisfy my weary soul, satisfy my weeeeeary soul

 

15 October 1962, New York† City, New York, Gaslight Cafť, The Second Gaslight Tape. released on Live On The Gaslight 1962

 

Takes rocks and gravel, baby, make a solid road

Takes rocks and gravel, baby, make a solid road

Takes a good bird mama to satisfy my weary soul

 

Have you ever go down on that Mobil and K. C. line

Have you ever go down on that Mobil and K. C. line?

Well, I just wanna ask you if you seen that gal of mine

 

Don't the clouds look lonesome shining across the sea

Don't the clouds look lonesome shining across the sea

Don't my gal look fine, when she's comin' after me?

 

Takes rocks and gravel, baby, make a solid road, make a solid road

Takes rocks and gravel, baby, make a solid road

Takes a good woman mama to satisfy my weary soul.

 

VARIATIONS Rocks And Gravel. Compared with the take released on Live On The Gaslight 1962.Recorded 15 October 1962, New York City, Gaslight Cafť, The Second Gaslight Tape

 

Takes rocks and gravel, baby, make a solid road

     Takes rocks and gravel, baby, make a solid road, make a solid road†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Nov 1962, TFBDS #1

Takes rocks and gravel, baby, make a solid road

     Takes rocks and gravel, baby, make a solid road, make a solid road†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Nov 1962, TFBDS #1

Takes a good bird mama to satisfy my weary soul

     Takes a good woman, mama to satisfy my weary soul††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1962, TFBDS #3

     Takes a good-looking woman, satisfy my soul, satisfy my weary soul. Oh, Yeah†††††††† Feb or Mar 1962, Gooding

 

     If you getting married you better think twice and talk once †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Feb or Mar 1962, Gooding

     Now, when you go to get married, you better talk once and think twice ††††††††††††††††††††††† Feb or Mar 1962, Gooding

     Talk once and think twice †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Feb or Mar 1962, Gooding

     Cause you make a mistake, you might have wrote a bad part of your life †††††††††††††††††††† Feb or Mar 1962, Gooding

     The whole rest of your life ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Feb or Mar 1962, Gooding

 

     [??]woman, can't you hear me calling you, hear me calling you †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Feb or Mar 1962, Gooding

     One day woman, can you hear me calling you, hear me calling you ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Feb or Mar 1962, Gooding

     And when he calls your name, know just what you're supposed to do ††††††††††††††††††††††††† Feb or Mar 1962, Gooding

     You know what you're supposed to do ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Feb or Mar 1962, Gooding

 

Have you ever go down on that Mobil and K. C. line

     Have you ever been down on that Mobil and K. C. line††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1962, TFBDS #3

Have you ever go down on that Mobil and K. C. line?

     Have you ever been down on that Mobil and K. C. line††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1962, TFBDS #3

     Did you ever go down on that Mobil and K. C. line? †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Nov 1962, TFBDS #1

Well, I just wanna ask you if you seen that gal of mine

     Well, I just wanna ask you, have you seen that gal of mine††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Nov 1962, TFBDS #2

 

Don't the clouds look lonesome shining across the sea

Don't the clouds look lonesome shining across the sea

Don't my gal look fine, when she's comin' after me?

     Don't my gal look good, when she's comin' after me? †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1962, TFBDS #3

     Don't my gal look fine when she's a-running after me? ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Nov 1962, TFBDS #1

     Donít my gal look good, when sheís a-running after me? ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Nov 1962, TFBDS #2

 

Takes rocks and gravel, baby, make a solid road, make a solid road

Takes rocks and gravel, baby, make a solid road

Takes a good woman mama to satisfy my weary soul.

     Takes a good-looking woman, satisfy my soul †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Feb or Mar 1962, Gooding

     Satisfy my weary soul, satisfy my weeeeeary soul ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Feb or Mar 1962, Gooding

 

Rocks and Gravel 196202>>, 19620425#3, 19620702, 19621015, 19621101#1#2,

 

Sittin' On Top Of The World (Big Joe Williams)

First performed 2 March 1962, New York City, New York

 

2 March 1962, New York City, New York, Cue Recording Studios. Released on Three Kings And The Queen, Victoria Spivey

 

Sideman. Dylan sings back-up vocal and plays harmonica at Victoria Spivey recording session

Vocals Big Joe Williams, Victoria Spivey.

 

Lord, now she's gone, I ain't no worry, they caught them sitting on top of the world

 

ĎT was at the summer, one awful day, my baby left me, said, she'd gonna stay

But now she's gone, I ain't no worry, they caught them sitting on top of the world

 

But now she's gone, I ain't no worry, I caught them sitting on top of the world

 

Now come you runnin', holdin' up your hand, can get me a woman, go find your man

But now she's gone, I ain't no worry, we caught them sitting on top of the world

 

(Play the harmonica)

 

But now she's gone, I ain't no worry, we caught them sitting on top of the world

 

Happen the days, didn't know your name, should I worry or cry for you

Now she's gone, I ain't no worry, caught them sitting on top of the world

 

Sittin' On Top Of The World. 19620302

 

 

Big Joe, Dylan And Victoria (Big Joe Williams)

First performed 2 March 1962, New York City, New York

 

2 March 1962, New York City, New York, Cue Recording Studios. Released on Three Kings And The Queen Volume 2, Victoria Spivey

 

Sideman. Dylan plays harmonica at Victoria Spivey recording session

 

Big Joe, Dylan And Victoria. 19620302

 

 

It's Dangerous (Victoria Spivey)

First performed 2 March 1962, New York City, New York

 

2 March 1962, New York City, New York, Cue Recording Studios. Released on Three Kings And The Queen Volume 2, Victoria Spivey

 

Sideman. Dylan plays harmonica at Victoria Spivey recording session

 

It's Dangerous. 19620302

 

 

Wichita (Big Joe Williams)

First performed 2 March 1962, New York City, New York

 

2 March 1962, New York City, New York, Cue Recording Studios. Released on Three Kings And The Queen, Victoria Spivey

 

Sideman. Dylan plays harmonica at Victoria Spivey recording session. Big Joe Williams vocals

This song a completely different lyrics than the Wichita Dylan sings. Starting with

 

I met a gal in Kansas City, told she never been to school

 

February or March 1962, New York City, New York, Cynthia Gooding's Apartment. On bootleg Folksingerís Choice

 

Well, when I left Wichita, the weather was wind and free

And when I left Wichita,† the wind was blowin' free

Well, my poppa said, Son, watch out, you might catch the old TB

 

When I landed in West Memphis, Lord, I never had a dime

When I landed in West Memphis, Lord, I never had a dime

Operator said, Son, you ain't no friend of mine

 

Operator, operator, let the poor boy ride

Operator, operator, oh, let the poor boy ride

Can you see I've been here, Lord, he's running down the line

 

[???] your reservation, let me ride your train

[???] your reservation, let me ride your train

Lord I'm [???] in that weather, Lord, while it's look like it's gonna rain

 

I'm going down to Louisiana, oh, where the red-green river runs

I'm going down to Louisiana where that red-green river runs

Well, I just ran there man, railroading has just began

 

Well, when I left Wichita the weather was blowing free

And when I left Wichita te weather was blowin' free

Well, my pop said, Son, watch out, you might catch the old TB

 

VARIATIONS Wichita. Compared with the take released on bootleg Folksingerís Choise, recorded in Cynthia Goodingís apartment, February or March 1962

 

Well, when I left Wichita, the weather was wind and free

     Oh, when I left Wichita, the weather was a-killing me†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1962, FWRS#1, ANN1962

     When I left Wichita, the weather was a-killing me††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1962, FWRS#2, ANN1962

And when I left Wichita,† the wind was blowin' free

     And when I left Wichita, the weather was a-killing me††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1962, FWRS#1, ANN1962

     And when I left Wichita, the weather was a-killing me, killing me††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1962, FWRS#2, ANN1962

Well, my poppa said, Son, watch out, you might catch the old TB

 

When I landed in West Memphis, Lord, I never had a dime

     When I landed in West Memphis, I sure did not have a dime††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1962, FWRS#1, ANN1962

When I landed in West Memphis, Lord, I never had a dime

     When I landed in West Memphis, I sure didn't have a dime†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1962, FWRS#1, ANN1962

Operator said, Son, you ain't no friend of mine

     Operator said, Son, boy you ain't no friend of mine†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1962, FWRS#1, ANN1962

     Operator said, Son, boy, you ain't no friend of mine,

                                                            you ain't no friend of mine†††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1962, FWRS#2, ANN1962

 

Operator, operator, let the poor boy ride

     Operator, operator, let the poor boy ride, let the poor boy ride††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1962, FWRS#2, ANN1962

Operator, operator, oh, let the poor boy ride

     Operator, operator, let the poor boy ride, let him ride, please let him ride†††††††† 25 Apr 1962, FWRS#2, ANN1962

Can you see I've been here, Lord, he's running down the line

     Can't you see me on your road, Lord, singing down by the side†††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1962, FWRS#1, ANN1962

     I believe I'm sinking down, sinking down right at your side,

                                                                 right at your side, right at your side††††††† 25 Apr 1962, FWRS#2, ANN1962

 

     Verse not sung††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1962, FWRS#1 and #2

[???] your reservation, let me ride your train

[???] your reservation, let me ride your train

Lord I'm [???] in that weather, Lord, while it's look like it's gonna rain

 

I'm going down to Louisiana, oh, where the red-green river runs

     I'm going down to Louisiana, mama, where that red-green river runs††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1962, FWRS#1, ANN1962

I'm going down to Louisiana, where that red-green river runs

     I'm going down to Louisiana, mama, where that red-green river runs††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1962, FWRS#1, ANN1962

Well, I just ran there man, railroading has just began

     You do write and tell my mother my ramblin' day's has just began†††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1962, FWRS#1, ANN1962

     If you write and tell my mother, my ramblin' day's has just began††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1962, FWRS#1, ANN1962

 

     Verse not sung††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1962, FWRS#1 and #2

Well, when I left Wichita the weather was blowing free

And when I left Wichita te weather was blowin' free

Well, my pop said, Son, watch out, you might catch the old TB

 

Wichita. 19620302, 196202>>, 19620425#1#2

 

 

Honey, Just Allow Me One More Chance (H. Thomas, Bob Dylan)

First performed 16 April 1962, New York City, New York

 

9 July 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A, 3rd Freewheelin' session. Released on The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan

 

Honey, just allow me one more chance to get along with you

Honey, just allow me one more chance, Iíll do anything with you

Well, Iím a-walkiní down the road with my head in my hand

Iím lookiní for a woman needs a worried man

It's just-a one kind favor I ask you, ílow me just-a one more chance

 

Honey, just allow me one more chance to ride your aeroplane

Honey, just allow me one more chance to ride your passenger train

Well, Iíve been lookiní all over for a gal like you

I canít find nobody so youíll have to do

It's just-a one kind favor I ask you, ílow me just-a one more chance

 

Honey, just allow me one more chance to get along with you

Honey, just allow me one more chance Iíll do anything for you

Well, lookiní for a woman that ainít were no man

Is just lookiní for a needle that is lost in the sand

It's just-a one kind favor I ask you, ílow me just-a one more chance

 

17 May 1970, Carmel, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, with Earl Scruggs, released on The Bootleg Series Volume 15-3

 

Honey, just allow me one more chance to ride your aeroplane

Honey, just allow me one more chance to ride your passenger train

Walking down the road with my head in my hand

Lookiní for a woman needs a worried man

Just-a one kind favor I ask you, ílow me just-a one more chance

 

Honey, just allow me one more chance to ride your aeroplane

Honey, just allow me one more chance to ride your train

Walking down the road with my head in my hand

Lookiní for a woman needs a worried man

One kind favor I ask you, ílow me just-a one more chance

 

Honey, just allow me one more chance to get along with you

Honey, just allow me one more chance, I do what you want me to do

[Whistles]

Honey, just allow me one more chance to get along with you

 

VARIATIONS Honey, Just Allow Me One More Chance. Compared with the take released on Released on The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan. Recorded 9 July 1962, The 3rd Freewheelin' session. See Also Volume 13

 

Honey, just allow me one more chance to get along with you

Honey, just allow me one more chance, Iíll do anything with you

     Honey, just allow me one more chance to do anything for you†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

Well, Iím a-walkiní down the road with my head in my hand

Iím lookiní for a woman needs a worried man

It's just-a one kind favor I ask you, ílow me just-a one more chance

 

Honey, just allow me one more chance to ride your aeroplane

Honey, just allow me one more chance to ride your passenger train

Well, Iíve been lookiní all over for a gal like you

     Well, I'm walking down the road with my head in my hand††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

I canít find nobody so youíll have to do

     I'm a-lookin' for someone that'll understand††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

It's just-a one kind favor I ask you, ílow me just-a one more chance

 

     Honey, just allow me one more chance to listen what I said†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

     Honey, just allow me one more chance or I kill me dead†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

     Well, I'm lookin' all over for a gal like you††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

     I canít find nobody so youíll have to do††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

     It's just-a one kind favor I ask you, ílow me just-a one more chance

 

     Honey, just allow me one more chance, I'll be back again†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 May 1970, NMRS#1, BD970

     Honey, just allow me one more chance and they won't meet gain†††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 May 1970, NMRS#1, BD970

     Well I'm a-Walking down the road with my hat in my breeze†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 May 1970, NMRS#1, BD970

     Looking for a woman, a chick and sneeze††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 May 1970, NMRS#1, BD970

     I'am just alooking for a baby like you, allow me just a one more change†††††††††††††††† 1 May 1970, NMRS#1, BD970

 

Honey, just allow me one more chance to get along with you

Honey, just allow me one more chance Iíll do anything for you

Well, lookiní for a woman that ainít were no man

Is just lookiní for a needle that is lost in the sand

It's just-a one kind favor I ask you, ílow me just-a one more chance

 

Honey, Just Allow Me One More Change 19620416, 19620709, 19630425, 19630510, 19700501

 

 

Talkiní Folklore Center (Bob Dylan)

16 April 1962. Gerdes Folk City, Part Of A Medley With Talkiní New York

Lyrics taken from Bob Dylan in his own words, Omnibus Press, 1978

 

I came down to New York Town, got out and started walking around,

I's up around Sixty-Second Street, all of a sudden comes a cop on his beat,

Said my hair was too long, said my boots were too dirty,

Said my hat was un-American, said he'd throw me in jail.

So I got out on a subway and took a seat, got out on forty-second street

I met this fellow named Delores there, he started rubbin' his hands thru my hair

I figured somethin' was wrong so I ran through 10 hot dog stands,

4 movie houses and a couple a dancing studios to get back on the subway train.

The wind it blew me north and south, it blew me in a coffee house

I met this fellow with sun glasses on, he told me he sung folksongs

I believed him 'cause he was wearin' sun glasses.

He sung "Scarlet Ribbons" 'bout ten times or more, he sung "Michael row the boat ashore"

He sung "Where do all the flowers go?", there was no folksong he didn't know

The ones he didn't know he didn't like anyway.

On MacDougal Street I saw a cubby hole, I went in to get out of the cold

Found out after I entered, the place was called the Folklore Center

Owned by Izzy Young - he's always in the back - of the center.

They got real records and real books, anybody can walk in and look

You don't have to own a Cadillac car or a nine-hundred and fifty-two dollar guitar

Do like most people do - walk in - walk around - walk out.

But that's not the way you see, that ain't the way it oughta be

There's just one way a lookin' at it, you shouldn't take this place for granted

That'll always be here.

So go down and buy a record or a book, don't just walk around and look

You can do that when you go uptown when you come down here you're on common ground

Common people ground - common guitar people ground

We need every inch of it!

 

 

Corrina Corrina (Traditional, arr. Bob Dylan)

First performed 16 April 1962, New York City, New York

 

26 October 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studia A. 4th Freewheelin' session #17. Released on The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan

 

Corrina, Corrina, gal, where you been so long? Corrina, Corrina, gal, where you been so long?

I been worríiní íbout you, baby, baby, please come home

 

I got a bird that whistles, I got a bird that sings. I got a bird that whistles, I got a bird that sings

But I ainí a-got Corrina, life donít mean a thing

 

Corrina, Corrina, gal, youíre on my mind. Corrina, Corrina, gal, youíre on my mind

Iím a-sittin' down thinkin' of you, baby, I just canít keep from crying.

 

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

 

Corrina, Corrina, gal, what's on your mind, Corrina, Corrina, gal, what's on your mind

I've been sitting, thinkin' about you baby, just can't keep from crying

 

Ain't got Corrina, I can't be satisfied, ain't got Corrina, I can't be satisfied

I got the Devil on my trail, got a hellhound by my side

 

I got a bird that whistles, I got a bird that sings, I got a bird that whistles, I got a bird that sings

But I ainít a-got Corrina, life donít mean a thing

 

You've got a thirty-two special build on a cross of wood, you've got a thirty-two special build on a cross of wood

I got a thirty-eight twenty, gal, that's twice as good

 

Corrina, Corrina, baby, please come home, Corrina, Corrina, baby, please come home

I been worryingí íbout you, baby, you been gone too long

 

Variations Corrina, Corrina. Compared with the take released on The Freewheeliní Bob Dylan. Recorded 26 October 1962, 4th Freewheelin' session #17

 

Corrina, Corrina, gal, where you been so long?

     Corrina, Corrina, gal, what's on your mind.†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

Corrina, Corrina, gal, where you been so long?

     Corrina, Corrina, gal, what's on your mind††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

I been worrying íbout you, baby, baby, please come home

     I've been sitting, thinkin' about you baby, just can't keep from crying††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

     Well, Iím sitting down thinking, I just caní keep from crying†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Apr 1962, TFBDS #2

 

     Ain't got Corrina, I can't be satisfied†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City, lyrics above

     Ain't got Corrina, I can't be satisfied†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

     I got the Devil on my trail, got a hellhound by my side††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

          I got black cat on my trail, the devil ís by my side††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Apr 1962, TFBDS #1

 

I got a bird that whistles, I got a bird that sings

I got a bird that whistles, I got a bird that sings

But I ainít a-got Corrina, life donít mean a thing

     But I ainít a-got Corrina, life ainít worth a thing††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1962, TFBDS #3

 

     You've got a thirty-two special build on a cross of wood††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

     You've got a thirty-two special build on a cross of wood††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

     I got a thirty-eight twenty, gal, that's twice as good†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

 

Corrina, Corrina, gal, youíre on my mind

     Corrina, Corrina, gal, whatís on your mind†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1962, TFBDS #3

Corrina, Corrina, gal, youíre on my mind

     Corrina, Corrina, gal, whatís on your mind†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1962, TFBDS #3

Iím a-sittin' down thinkin' of you, baby, I just canít keep from crying

     Iíve been thinking about you baby, I just canít keep from crying†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1962, TFBDS #3

     I'm a thinking about you baby, I just canít keep from crying††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1962, TFBDS #4

 

     Corrina, Corrina, baby, please come home††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

     Corrina, Corrina, baby, please come home††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

     I been worryingí íbout you, baby, you been gone too long†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

 

     Down the road, baby. Down the road I'm bound to go†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1962, TFBDS #2

     Down the road, baby, down the road I'm bound to go††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1962, TFBDS #2

     But I really love you, but I can't stay around no more†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1962, TFBDS #2

 

Corrina, Corrina 19620416, 19620424#1#2, 19621026#2#3#4#17

 

 

Deep Ellem Blues (Deep Ellum Blues) (Joe and Bob Attlesay)

First performed 16 April 1962, New York City, New York

 

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

 

Well, if you go down to Deep Ellum keep your money in your shoes

Women in Deep Ellum give you Deep Ellum blues

Yes, pretty mama, your daddy's got them Deep Ellum blues

Tell your brothers and your sisters, daddy's got them Deep Ellum blues

 

Well, I went down to Deep Ellum, on a one way track

Women took my money, boys, and the never gave it back

Hey, pretty mama, your daddy's got them Deep Ellum blues

Tell your brothers and your sisters, your daddy's got them Deep Ellum blues

 

If you go down to Deep Ellum keep your money in your shoes

Them women in Deep Ellum give you Deep Ellum blues

Hey, pretty mama, your daddy's got them Deep Ellum blues

Tell your brothers and your sisters, your daddy's got them Deep Ellum blues

 

Deep Ellem Blues. 19620416

 

 

Blowin' In The Wind (Bob Dylan)

First performed 16 April 1962, New York City, New York

 

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

 

How many roads must a man walk down, before he is called a man?

And how many seas must a white dove sail, before he sleeps in the sand?

And how many times must the cannonballs fly, before theyíre forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowiní in the wind, the answer is blowiní in the wind

 

And how many years must a mountain exist, before it is washed in the sea?

And how many years can some people exist, before theyíre allowed to be free?

And how many times can a man turn his head and pretend that he just doesnít see?

The answer, my friend, is blowiní in the wind, the answer is blowiní in the wind

 

9 July 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A, 3rd Freewheelin' session. # 3 Released on The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan

 

How many roads must a man walk down, before you call him a man?

How many seas must a white dove sail, before she sleeps in the sand?

Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly, before theyíre forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowiní in the wind, the answer is blowiní in the wind

 

Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist, before itís washed to the sea?

Yes, and how many years can some people exist, before theyíre allowed to be free?

Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head and pretend that he just doesnít see?

The answer, my friend, is blowiní in the wind, the answer is blowiní in the wind

 

Yes, and how many times must a man look up, before he can see the sky?

Yes, and how many ears must one man have ,before he can hear people cry?

Yes, and how many deaths will it take till he knows that too many people have died

The answer, my friend, is blowiní in the wind, the answer is blowiní in the wind

 

VARIATIONS Blowin' In The Wind. Compared with the take released on The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan. 9 July 1962, 3rd Freewheelin' session. # 3

 

How many roads must a man walk down, before you call him a man

     How many roads must a man walk down, before he's called a man††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

How many seas must a white dove sail, before she sleeps in the sand

     How many seas must a white dove sail, before he sleeps in the sand††††††††††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's Folk City

     How many seas must a white, white dove sail, before she sleeps in the sand†††††††††††††††††† May-Oct 1967, Big Pink

Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly, before theyíre forever banned

     How many times must a, must the cannonballs fly, before theyíre forever banned†††††††††† May-Oct 1967, Big Pink

     Yes, and how many deaths does it take till he knows that too many people have died†††††††††††††† 9 May 1974, NYC

     How many times must a, must the cannonballs fall, before theyíre forever banned††††††††† May-Oct 1967, Big Pink

The answer, my friend, is blowiní in the wind, the answer is blowiní in the wind

     The answer, my friend, is blowiní, blowin' in the wind, the answer is blowiní in the wind May-Oct 1967, Big Pink

     Ecoute, mon amie, ecoute dans le vent, ecoute, le response dans le vent†††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Dec 1975, Montreal

 

Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist, before itís washed to the sea

     How many years can a mountain, mountain exist, before it is washed to the sea†††††††††††† May-Oct 1967, Big Pink

     How many years must a mountain exist, before it is washed to the sea†††††††††††††††††††† 9 Feb 1974, Seattle evening

     How many years can some man look up, before he can see, see the sky†††††††† 9 May 1974, Friends of Chili NYC

Yes, and how many years can some people exist, before theyíre allowed to be free

     How many years can some, can some people exist, before theyíre allowed to be free †† May-Oct 1967, Big Pink

     Yes and how many years must one man have before he can hear people cry††††††††† 9 May 1974, Friends of Chili

     How many years must some people exist, before theyíre allowed to be free ††††††††††††††††††††† 20 June 1978, London

     How many years you suppose some people can exist before they're allowed to be free†††††††††† 10 Nov 78, Seattle

Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head and pretend that he just doesnít see

     And how many times can a man turn his head and pretend that he just doesnít see††††††††††† 16 Apr 1962, Gerde's

     How many times can a man turn his back and pretend that he just doesnít see†††††††† 26 Oct 1963, New York City

     Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head, pretending that he just doesnít see ††††††† 30-7-1963, WNEW

     How many times can a man turn his back, pretending that he just, just doesnít see? ††††† May-Oct 1967, Big Pink

     How many death will it take till he knows that too many people have died††††††††††††††††† 9 May 1974, Friends of Chili

     And how many times must a man turn his head and pretend that he just doesnít see††††††† 26 Nov 1975, Augusta

The answer, my friend, is blowiní in the wind, the answer is blowiní in the wind

     The answer, my friend, is, is blowiní in the wind, the answer is blowiní in the wind ††††††††† May-Oct 1967, Big Pink

     Ecoute, mon amie, ecoute dans le vent, ecoute, le response dans le vent†††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Dec 1975, Montreal

 

Yes, and how many times must a man look up, before he can see the sky

     Yes, and how many times must a man look up, before he can really see the sky†††††††† 26 Apr 1963, Studs Terkel

     How many times can a man look up, before he can see, see the sky††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† May-Oct 1967, Big Pink

     How many times can some man look up, before he can see, see the sky††††† 1 Aug 1971, NYC, Bangladesh Eve

     How many years can a mountain exist, before itís washed to the sea? ††††††††††††††††††††† 9 May 1974, Friends of Chili

Yes, and how many ears must one man have, before he can hear people cry

     How many ears must one man have, before he can hear people cry††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† May-Oct 1967, Big Pink

     How many years can some people exist before they're allowed to be free†††††††††††††††† 9 May 1974, Friends of Chili

Yes, and how many deaths will it take till he knows that too many people have died

     How many deaths will it take 'till he knows, too many people have died ††††††††††††††††††††††††††† May-Oct 1967, Big Pink

     And how many times can a man turn his head and pretend that he just doesn't see†††††††††††††††††† 9 May 1974, Chili

The answer, my friend, is blowiní in the wind, the answer is blowiní in the wind

     The answer, my friend, is, is blowiní in the wind, the answer is blowiní in the wind ††††††††† May-Oct 1967, Big Pink

     Ecoute, mon amie, ecoute dans le vent, ecoute, le response dans le vent†††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Dec 1975, Montreal

 

Blowin' In The Wind. 6203??, 620416, 6205??, 6207??, 620702, 620709#1#2#3, 621230, 630303, 630426, 630412b, 630726, 630730, 631026, 6703>10, 710801, 740209eve, 740211, 740214aft, 740214eve, 740509, 751111, 751115eve, 751119, 751120, 741121eve, 751126, 751204, 760412-14#1#2, 760429eve, 760512, 760516, 760523, 771230, 7801??#1#2, 780228, 780301, 78030, 780602, 780620, 780623, 780701, 780704, 780706, 780715, 780919, 781020, 781025, 781110, 781115, 801113, 801116, 781210, 810627, 810629,810710, 810725, 811104, 811112, 820606

 

 

Going To New Orleans (Traditional)

First performed 24 April 1962, New York City, New York

 

24 April 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 1st Freewheeliní Bob Dylan session #1. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1972

 

I'm goin' down to New Orleans, baby, behind the rising sun

I'm goin' down to New Orleans, baby, behind the rising sun

Lord, I've just found out, my trouble has just begun

 

I'm goin' down to New Orleans to have my fortune told, have my fortune told

I'm goin' down to New Orleans to have my fortune told

Said, you're a good boy, Bobby, Lord you just got a bad luck soul

 

You've got a 32 special built on a cross of wood

You got a 32 special built on a cross of wood

I got a 38-20, man that's twice as good

 

Goin' down to New Orleans, with my head in my hand

I'm a-goin' down to New Orleans, with my head in my hand

Gonna leave you, pretty baby, you just don't understand, you just don't understand

 

I'm goin' down to New Orleans, baby, behind the rising sun, behind the rising sun

I'm goin' down to New Orleans, baby, behind the rising sun, behind the rising sun

Lord, I just found out, my trouble has just begun.

 

VARIATIONS Going To New Orleans. Compared with the take released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1972. Recorded 24 April 1962, The 1st Freewheeliní Bob Dylan session #1

 

I'm goin' down to New Orleans, baby, behind the rising sun

I'm goin' down to New Orleans, baby, behind the rising sun

Lord, I've just found out, my trouble has just begun

 

I'm goin' down to New Orleans to have my fortune told, have my fortune told

     I went to see that Gypsy Woman, have my fortune told††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Apr 1962,TFBDS #2

I'm goin' down to New Orleans to have my fortune told

     I went to see that Gypsy Woman, have my fortune told, have my fortune told††††††††††††††††††† 24 Apr 1962,TFBDS #2

Said, you're a good boy, Bobby, Lord you just got a bad luck soul

     She said, you're a good boy, Bobby, man, you just got a bad luck soul†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Apr 1962,TFBDS #2

 

You've got a 32 special built on a cross of wood

You got a 32 special built on a cross of wood

I got a 38-20, boy, that's twice as good

 

Goin' down to New Orleans, with my head in my hand

     Iím goin' down to New Orleans, mama, with my head in my hand†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Apr 1962,TFBDS #2

I'm a-goin' down to New Orleans, with my head in my hand

     Goin' down to New Orleans, mama, with my head in my hand††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Apr 1962,TFBDS #2

I had to leave you, pretty baby, you just don't understand, you just don't understand

     I had to leave you, but you just don't understand†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Apr 1962,TFBDS #2

 

I'm goin' down to New Orleans, baby, behind the rising sun, behind the rising sun

     I'm goin' down to New Orleans, baby, behind the rising sun††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Apr 1962,TFBDS #2

I'm goin' down to New Orleans, baby, behind the rising sun, behind the rising sun

     I'm goin' down to New Orleans, baby, behind the rising sun††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Apr 1962,TFBDS #2

Lord, I just found out, my trouble has just begun.

     Lord, I just found out, my trouble has just begun. ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Apr 1962,TFBDS #2

 

Going To New Orleans. 19620424#1#2

 

 

Talking John Birch Paranoid Blues (Bob Dylan)

First performed 24 April 1962, New York City, New York

 

24 April 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A, 1st Freewheelin' session. Released on Promotional edition of The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan

 

Well, I was feeliní low, down and blue, I didnít know what in the world I wus gonna do

Them Communists they were cominí around, they were in the air

They were all over the ground. They wouldnít gimme no peace

 

well, I run down most hurriedly and joined the John Birch Society

Got me a secret membership card, started off a-walkiní down the road

Oh, boy, Iím a real John Bircher now!. Look out you Commies!

 

Well, we all agree with Hitlerís views, although he killed six million Jews

It donít matter too much that he was a Fascist, at least you canít say he was a Communist!

Thatís to say like if you got a cold, take a shot of malaria

 

Well, I was lookiní everywhere for them Reds, I got up in the morniní, looked under my bed

Looked in the stove, behind the door, looked in the glove compartment of my car

Couldnít find íem

 

Well, I looked underneath everyting, behind the chair, lookiní for them Reds everywhere

I even looked up my chimney hole, looked deep down inside my toilet bowl

They got away

 

Well, I was home alone I started to sweat, I figured they was inside my T.V. set

Peeked behind the picture frame, got a shock from my feet, right up in the brain

Them Reds caused it!. I know they did, them hard-core ones

 

Well, I quit my job so I could work all alone, then I changed my name to Sherlock Holmes

Followed some clues from my detective bag, I discovered they wus red stripes on the American flag!

Olí Betsy Ross

 

I investigated all the books in the library. Ninety percent of those gotta be thrown away

I investigated all the people that I knowed. Ninety-eight percent of them gotta go

The other two percent are fellow Birchers, just like me

 

Now Eisenhower, heís a Russian spy, Roosevelt, Lincoln and that Jefferson guy

To my knowledge thereís just one man thatís really a true American: George Lincoln Rockwell

I know for a fact he hates Commies cus he picketed the movie Exodus

 

Well, I finíly started thinkiní straight when I run outa things to investigate

Couldnít imagine anything else so now you find me at home investigatiní myself!

Hope I donít find out nothin'. Good God!

 

26 October 1963, New York City, New York, Carnegie Hall. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 1

 

Well, I was feeliní sad and kind of blue, I didnít know what I was gonna do

Them Communists was a-cominí around, they was in the air, they was all on the ground

They was all over

 

So I run down most hurriedly and joined the John Birch Society

Got me a secret membership card, went back home to the yard

Started looking on the side walks. Under the hedges

 

Well, I got up in the morning looked under my bed, I was looking everyplace for them gol-darned Reds

Looked behind the sink and under the floor, looked in the clove compartment of my car

Couldn't find any

 

Looked behind the clothes, behind the chair, looking for them Reds everywhere

Looked up my chimney hole, even deep down inside my toilet bowl

The got away

 

I heard some footsteps by the front door so I grabbed ny shotgun from the floor

Snuck around the house with a huff and a whiff, saying, Hands-up, you communist

It was the mail man. He punched me out

 

Well, I was sitting home alone and I started to sweat, I figured they was in my T.V. set

I peeked behind the picture frame, got a shock from my feet that hit my brain

Them Reds did it. Hootenanny Television

 

Well, I quit my job so I could work all alone, got a magnifying class like Sherlock Holmes

Followed some clues from my detective bag, I discovered red stripes on the American flag

Betsy Ross

 

Now Eisenhower, heís a Russian spy, Lincoln and Jefferson and that Roosevelt guy

To my knowledge thereís just one man thatís really and truly an American

That's George Lincoln Rockwell

I know for a fact he hates Commies cus he picketed the movie Exodus

 

Well, I finally started thinkiní straight when I run out of things to investigate

Couldnít imagine nothing else so now I'm home investigatingí myself!

Hope I donít find out too much. Good God!

 

VARIATIONS Talking John Birch Paranoid Blues. Too many variations to mention. Here are the main variations in the verses about Looking In or Under

 

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Apr 1962 TFBDS

Well, I was lookiní everywhere for them Reds, I got up in the morniní, looked under my bed

Looked in the stove, behind the door, looked in the glove compartment of my car, couldnít find íem

 

Well, I looked underneath everything, behind the chair, lookiní for them Reds everywhere

I even looked up my chimney hole, looked deep down inside my toilet bowl. They got away

 

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 22 Sep 1962, Carnegie Hall Hootenanny.

I was lookiní for them Reds everywhere, looked under the sink, under the chair

Looked in the glove compartment of my car, looked behind the windows, behind every door. Couldn't find them

 

Well, I was pursuing them Reds high and lo, they wouldn't have a place to go

Looked way down my chimney hole,even looked up my toilet bowl. They got away

 

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962, Billy Faier Show

I was lookiní everywhere for them gol-darned Reds, got up in the morning looked under my bed

Looked under the sink, under the chair, looked in the kitchen, behind the door

Looked in the glove compartment of my car, couldn't find them

 

I was lookin for them Reds everywhere, I looked under the sofa, underneath every chair

Looked up my chimney hole, even looked down deep inside my toiletbowl, they got away

 

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Winter 1963, Witmark Studio

[verse left out]

 

I was lookin' high and low for them Reds everywhere, I was lookiní in the sink and underneath the chair

I looked way up my chimney hole, even looked deep down inside the toilet bowl, they got away

 

†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963, New York Town Hall

I was lookiní everywhere for them gol-darned Reds, I got up in the morniní, looked under my bed

Looked in the sink, behind the chair, looked in the club compartment of my car, looking everywhere, couldnít

find íem

 

I was looking in the sink and behind the chair, I was looking for them Reds everywhere

I looked way up my chimney hole, looked deep down inside my toilet bowl, they got away

 

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1963, Chicago

I was lookiní everywhere for them gol-darned Reds, I got up in the morniní, looked under my bed

Looked behind the kitchen, behind the door, looked in the glove compartment of my car, c couldnít find íem

 

Lookin' high and low everywhere, looked down in the sink, behind the chair

I looked way up my chimney hole, looked deep down inside the toilet bowl, they got away

 

†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 10 May 1963, Brandeis University

I was lookiní everywhere for them gol-darned Reds, I got up in the morniní, looked under my bed

Looked behind the kitchen, behind the door, looked in the glove compartment of my car, i couldnít find íem

 

Looked down in the sink, behind the chair, I was lookin' for them Reds everywhere

I looked way up my chimney hole, looked deep down inside the toilet bowl, they got away

 

†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, Carnegie Hall

Well, I got up in the morning looked under my bed, I was looking everyplace for them gol-darned Reds

Looked behind the sink and under the floor, looked in the clove compartment of my car, gouldn't find any

 

Looked behind the clothes, behind the chair, looking for them Reds everwhere

Looked up my chimney hole, even deep down inside my toilet bowl, the got away

 

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

Well, I was lookiní everywhere for them gol-darned Reds, I got up in the morniní, looked under my bed

Looked behind the kitchen, behind the door, tore loose the kitchen floor, I couldn't find them

 

Looked behind the sofa, behind the chair, lookin' for them Reds everywhere

Looked way up my chimney hole, even deep down inside my toilet bowl, they got away

 

†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

Well, I was lookiní anywhere for them gol-darned Reds, I got up in the morniní, looked under my bed

Looked behind the kitchen, behind the door, even tore loose the kitchen floor, couldnít find not one

 

I looked under the sofa, under the chair, lookiní for them Reds everywhere

I looked way up my chimney hole, even deep down inside my toilet bowl, they got away

 

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Nov 1964, San Josť

Well, I was lookiní everywhere for them gol-darned Reds, I got up in the morniní, looked under my bed

Looked in the kitchen, behind the door, tore loose the kitchen floor, couldnít find one

 

Well, I looked high and low, behind the chair,lookiní for them Reds everywhere

I even looked way up my chimney hole, even deep down inside my toilet bowl, they got away

 

Talkiní John Birch Paranoid Blues 19620424#3, 19620922, 196210?b, 196302?c, 19630412b, 19630425, 19630510, 19631026, 19640517, 19641010, 19641026, 19641031, 19641125

 

 

(I Heard That) Lonesome Whistle (Hank Williams, Jimmie Davies)

First performed 24 April 1962, New York City, New York

 

24 April 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 1st Freewheeliní Bob Dylan session #2. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1962

 

I was riding number 9, 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 sit and cry as the evening train goes by. I heard that lonesome 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 lonesome 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 lonesome whistle blow.

 

(I Heard That) Lonesome Whistle. 19620424#2

 

 

Let Me Die In My Footsteps (Bob Dylan)

First performed. 25 April 1962, New York City, New York

 

25 April 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A, 2nd Freewheelin' session. Released on promotional edition of The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan, The Bootleg Series Vol.1, with verse 5 (If I had rubies...) edited out

 

I will not go down under the ground, ícause somebody tells me that deathís cominí íround

Aní I will not carry myself down to die, when I go to my grave my head will be high

Let me die in my footsteps before I go down under the ground

 

Thereís been rumors of war and wars that have been, the meaning of life has been lost in the wind

And some people thinkiní that the end is close by, ístead of learniní to live they are learniní to die

Let me die in my footsteps before I go down under the ground

 

I donít know if Iím smart but I think I can see when someone is pulliní the wool over me

And if this war comes and deathís all around, let me die on this land ífore I die underground

Let me die in my footsteps before I go down under the ground

 

Thereís always been people that have to cause fear. Theyíve been talking about the war now for many long years

I have read all their statements and Iíve not said a word, but now Lawd God, let my poor voice be heard

Let me die in my footsteps before I go down under the ground

 

If I had rubies and riches and crowns, Iíd buy the whole world and change things around

Iíd throw all the guns and the tanks in the sea for they are mistakes of a past history

Let me die in my footsteps before I go down under the ground

 

Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood.

Let the smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood

Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves.

Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace

Let me die in my footsteps before I go down under the ground

 

Go out in your country where the land meets the sun, see the craters and the canyons where the waterfalls run

Nevada, New Mexico, Arizona, Idaho, let every state in this union seep down deep in your souls

And youíll die in your footsteps before you go down under the ground

 

VARIATIONS Let Me Die In My Footsteps

 

Dadada, dadadada, dadadada †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† (two verses Dadada, dadada) 8 May 1965, London, Savoy

 

Verse 7

See the craters and the canyons where the waterfalls run††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1962, NYC, 2nd Freewheelin' session

See the craters and the canyons where the wild waters run††††† 2 Jul 1962, Montreal, Quebec, Canada, Finjan Club

 

Let Me Die in My Footsteps 19620425, 19620702, 196210??to196301??, 196212??, 19630124, 19650508

 

 

Talking Hava Negiliah Blues (Bob Dylan)

First performed 25 April 1962, New York City, New York

 

25 April 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A, 2nd Freewheelin' session. Released onThe Bootleg Series Vol. 1

 

Ha

Va

Hava

Na

Havana

gei

Havanagie

Lah

Havanagiela

O-de-ley-e-e-oo-

 

Talking Hava Nagiliah Blues 19620425

 

 

Milk Cow's Calf's Blues (Robert Johnson)

First performed 25 April 1962, New York City, New York

 

25 April 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 2nd Freewheeliní Bob Dylan session #1. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1962

 

Well, I woke up this morning, my milk cow was gone. Have you seen my milk cow, send her home

Holler please, please don't do me wrong. If you see my milk cow, please, send her home!

 

Well, I get up this morning, looked all around. Looked for my milk cow, she can't be found

Holler please, please don't do me wrong, don't do me wrong. If you see my milk cow, Lord, God, send her home!

 

Well, ma, your calf is hungry I believe she needs a suck. But your milk is turning blue, I believe she's out of luck

Holler please, please don't do me wrong. If you see my milk cow, Lord, Lord, send her home!

 

25 April 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 2nd Freewheeliní Bob Dylan session #3. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1962

 

Well, I woke up this morning, looked all around. See my milk cow, but she can't be found

Holler please, please don't do me wrong, don't do me wrong. If you see my milk cow, Lord, Lord, send her home!

 

Well, I woke up this morning, blues around my bed. Couldnít even eat my breakfast, blues in my bed

Holler please, please don't do me wrong, don't do me wrong. If you see my milk cow, Lord, Lord, send her home!

 

Mama, your calf is hungry I believe she needs a suck. But your milk is turning blue, I believe she's out of luck

Holler please, please don't do me wrong, don't do me wrong. If you see my milk cow, Lord, God, send her home!

 

Well, since my milk cow left me, I been a-treated wrong. I ain't had no milk an butter since my cow been gone

Holler please, please don't do me wrong. Have you seen my milk cow, Lord, Lord, send her home, send her home!

 

25 April 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 2nd Freewheeliní Bob Dylan session #4. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1962

 

Well, I woke up this morning, my milk cow was gone. Have you see my milk cow, Lord, send her home

Holler please, please don't do me wrong, don't do me wrong. I ain't had no milk and butter since my cow's been gone

 

Well, I looked for my milk cow, looked high and low. Somebody told me she was walking down the road

Holler please, please don't do me wrong, don't do me wrong. If you see my milk cow, Lord, Lord, send her home!

 

Well, ma, your calf is hungry, I believe she needs a suck. But your milk is turning blue, I believe she's out of luck

Holler please, please don't do me wrong, don't do me wrong.

I ain't had no milk and butter since my cow's been gone, since my cow been gone

 

Well, I woke up this morning, blues around my bed. Looked for my milk cow, God, [water] instead

Holler please, please don't do me wrong, don't do me wrong

If you see my milk cow, please, drive her home, drive her home

 

Milk Cow's Calf's Blues. 19620425#1#3#4

 

 

The Death Of Robert Johnson (Bob Dylan)

1962. Mentioned In Bob Dylan - A New Voice Singing New Songs, In Sing Out. Information in Clinton Heylin's Revolution in the air: the songs of Bob Dylan, 1957-1973

 

 

Gates Of Hate (Bob Dylan)

22 June 1962. Published in Sing Out! October / November 1962. Information in Clinton Heylin's Revolution in the air: the songs of Bob Dylan, 1957-1973

 

 

That California Side (Bob Dylan)

22 June 1962. Lyrics Written On Shop Receipt, published in Isis Magazine #28. Information in Clinton Heylin's Revolution in the air: the songs of Bob Dylan, 1957-1973

 

 

That's The Bag I'm In (Fred Neill)

1962. Mentioned By Fred Neil on the Album Hootenanny, Live At The Bitter End

 

 

Talkiní Central Park Mugger Blues (Bob Dylan, Tom Paxton)

1962 Composed In Central† Park, New York, Mentioned By Tom Paxton

 

 

Hiram Hubbard (Traditional)

First performed 2 July 1962, Montreal, Quebec, Canada

 

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

 

Hiram Hubbard wasn't guilty, I've heard great many say

Hiram Hubbard wasn't guilty, I've heard great many say

He was not in this county, he was 40 miles away

 

But they took him cross the mountain and they whooped him on a hill

Yes they took him on the mountain and they whooped him on a hill

It was there that he pleaded, Oh please, let me make my will

 

But Hiram Hubbard wasn't guilty, I've heard great many say

Hiram Hubbard wasn't guilty, I've heard great many say

He was not in this county, he was 40 miles away

 

But they took him down to Danville, and they throwed him in jail

Yes, they took him down to Danville, and they threw him in jail

And it was there nobody saw him, nobody could go his bail

 

But Hiram Hubbard wasn't guilty, I've heard great many say

Hiram Hubbard wasn't guilty, I've heard great many say

He was not in this county, he was 40 miles away

 

But they took him out at midnight and they strapped him to a tree

Yes, they took him out at midnight and they strapped him to a tree

It was there that they killed him with rifle-bullets three

 

But Hiram Hubbard was not guilty, Lord, I've heard great many say

Hiram Hubbard wasn't guilty I've heard great many say

He was not in this county, he was 40 miles away

 

Hiram Hubbard. 19620702

 

 

Quit Your Low Down Ways (Bob Dylan)

First performed 2 July 1962, Montreal, Quebec, Canada

 

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

 

Well, you can read out your Bible, you can fall down on your knees

And pray to the Lord, pretty mama, but it ainít gonna do no good

Youíre gonna need, youíre gonna need my help someday

If you canít quit your sinniní, please quit your low down ways

 

I've been lookin' all over for a girl like you, I can't find no one nowhere, no how, pretty mamma

So you'll have to do, youíre gonna need, youíre gonna need my help someday. My help someday

If you canít quit your sinniní, please quit your low down ways

 

Wen I woke up this morning and looked out my door. I can tell my milk cow, pretty mama, by the way she loads

If you see my milk cow, Lord, Lord, drive her home

I ain't had no milk and butter since my cow been gone

 

Well, now you been ramblin' for miles around, I know you been visitin' another man

In another man's house, in another man's hometown

Youíre gonna need, youíre gonna need my help someday. My help someday

If you canít quit your sinniní, please quit your low down ways

 

Oh, you can read out your hymn book, you can fall down on your knee and pray to the Lord, pretty mama

But it ainít gonna do no good

Youíre gonna need, youíre gonna need my help someday

If you canít quit your sinniní, please quit your low down ways

 

December 1962, New York City, New York, Witmark & Sons Demos. The Bootleg Series Vol. 9

 

Well, you can read out your Bible, you can fall down on your knees

And pray to the Lord, pretty mama but it ainít gonna do no good

Youíre gonna need, youíre gonna need my help someday

If you canít quit your sinniní, please quit your low down ways

 

Well, you can run down to the White House, you can gaze on the Capitol Dome

You can pound on the Presidentís gate, pretty mama

But you oughta know by now itís gonna be too late

Youíre gonna need, youíre gonna need my help someday

If you canít quit your sinniní, please quit your low down ways

 

Well, you can run down to the desert, you can fall down to the burning sand, y

You can raise up your right hand, pretty mama but you done lost your one good man

You better understand youíre gonna need, youíre gonna need my help someday

Well, if you canít quit your sinniní, please quit your low down ways

 

And you can hitchhike on the highway, you can stand all alone by the side of the road

You can try to flag a ride back home, pretty mama but you canít ride in my car no more

Youíre gonna need, youíre gonna need my help someday

Well, if you canít quit your sinniní, please quit your low down ways

 

Oh, you can read out your hymn book, you can fall down on your knees and pray to the Lord, pretty mama

But it ainít gonna do no good

Youíre gonna need, youíre gonna need my help someday

Well, if you canít quit your sinniní, please quit your low down ways

 

Quit Your Low Down Ways 19620702, 19620709, 196212??

 

Ramblin' On My Mind (Robert Johnson)

First performed 2 July 1962, Montreal, Quebec, Canada

 

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

 

I got ramblin'. I got ramblin' on my mind.

I hate to leave, pretty baby but you treat me so unkind

 

I got mean things, I got mean things on my mind

I got mean things, mean things on my mind

I hate to leave you, pretty baby but you treat me so unkind

 

I got ramblin', I got ramblin' on my mind

I got ramblin', Ramblin' on my mind

I hate to leave you, pretty baby but you treat me so unkind

 

I got mean things, I got mean things on my mind

I got mean things, I got mean things on my mind

I hate to leave you, pretty baby but you treat me [low unfair] I'm dyin

 

Ramblin' On My Mind. 19620702

 

 

Baby, I'm In The Mood For You (Bob Dylan)

First performed 9 July 1962 New York City, New York

 

9 July 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A, 3rd Freewheelin' session. # 2, Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection

 

Sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow low

Sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna leave my lonesome home

Sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna hit that highway road

But then again, and then again, and then again, oh babe, Iím in the mood for you

 

Sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna lay right down and die

Sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna sit right here and cry

Sometimes Iím in the mood, Lord, I wanna chase through the night

And then again, and then again, and then oh, oh, I said, oh babe, Iím in the mood for you

 

Sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna change my house around

Sometimes Iím in the mood, Iím gonna make a change in this here town

Well, sometimes Iím in the mood, Iím gonna change the world around

But then oh, I said oh, I said oh, I said oh, oh babe, Iím in the mood for you

 

Sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna wrack up against the wall

Sometimes Iím in the mood, Iím gonna live in my ponyís stall

And then sometimes Iím in the mood, I ainít gonna do nothiní at all

But then again, I said oh, I said oh, oh, oh babe, Iím in the mood for you

 

Yee-hoo

 

I said who, who, who whooo, who babe, I'm in the mood for you

 

9 July 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A, 3rd Freewheelin' session. # 3, Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection

 

Sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow low

Sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna leave my lonesome home

Yes, sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna hit that highway road

But then again, and then again, I said oh, oh, oh, oh babe, Iím in the mood for you

 

Sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna turn my back to the wall

And sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna live in my ponyís stall

And sometimes Iím in the mood, I ainít gonna do nothiní at all

But then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said oh, I said, oh babe, Iím in the mood for you

 

Sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna change my house around

And sometimes Iím in the mood, Iím gonna change things in the town

And sometimes Iím in the mood, Iím gonna change the whole world around

But then again, I think again, and then oh, I said oh, I said, oh babe, Iím in the mood for you

 

Sometimes I'm in the mood, I'm gonne give away all my sins

And sometimes I'm in the mood, I want to walk the road again

And sometimes I'm in the mood, that I'm bound to lose again

But then again, I said again, I said oh, oh, oh babe, sometimes Iím in the mood for you

 

I said oh, oh, oh, oh, I said oh babe, I'm in the mood for you, I said oh babe, I'm in the mood for you

 

9 July 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A, 3rd Freewheelin' session. # 4, Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection

 

Sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna leave my lonesome home

And sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow low

Lord, sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna hit that highway road

But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said oh babe, Iím in the mood for you

 

Sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna back up against the wall

Sometimes Iím in the mood, Iím gonna live in my ponyís stall

And then sometimes Iím in the mood, I ainít gonna do nothiní at all

But then again, I said again, I said oh, I said oh, I said oh babe, Iím in the mood for you

 

Sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna change my house around

And sometimes Iím in the mood, Iím gonna make a change in this here town

And sometimes Iím in the mood, Iím wanna change the world around

But then again, I said again, I said oh, I said oh, I said oh babe, Iím in the mood for you

 

Yes, sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna lay right down and cry

And sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna fly up to the sky

And sometimes Iím in the mood, I want to laugh until I cry

But then again, but then again, and then I said oh, I said oh babe, Iím in the mood for you

 

I said oh, oh, oh oooh, oh babe, I'm in the mood for you. Oh, oh, oh ooooooh, babe, I'm in the mood for you

 

Baby, I'm In The Mood For You 19620709#2#3#4, 196212??

 

 

Bob Dylan's Blues (Bob Dylan)

First performed 9 July 1962 New York City, New York

 

9 July 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A, 3rd Freewheelin' session. #2. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection

 

Lord, I feel like a running, down the Shenandoah

I got a home on the highway, I feel I'm bound to go

Bound to go, bound to go, bound to go

 

And the Lone Ranger and Tonto, they are ridiní down the line

They're fixiní everybodyís troubles,, evírybodyís ícept mine

Somebody musta told íem that I was doiní fine

 

Oh, you five and ten cent women with nothiní in your heads

I got a real gal I am loviní and Iíll love her till Iím dead

Go away from my door and my window too

 

I ainít goiní to no race track, see no sports car run

I donít have no sports car, Lord, I donít wish to have one

I can walk all away around the block

 

Whoo

Oh yeah

 

I got a clock in my stomach and a watch in my head

I'm a tickin' so loud, Lord, I'm gonna wind up dead

Yes I will, no I won't, maybe I will

 

Well, I got to keep on a-goin' up and down the street

With my hat in my hand and my boots on my feet

Here I come, here I go, here I'm again

 

Look a-here buddy, you want to be like me

Pull out your gun and rob every bank you can see

Tell the judge I said it was all right

Yes!

 

9 July 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A, 3rd Freewheelin' session. #3. Released on The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan

 

Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto, they are ridiní down the line

Fixiní evírybodyís troubles, evírybodyís ícept mine

Someone musta tolí íem that I was doiní fine

 

Oh you five and ten cent women with nothiní in your heads

I got a real gal Iím loviní, Lord Iíll love her till Iím dead

Go away from my door and my window too. Right now

 

Lord, I ainít goiní down to no race track, see no sports car run

I donít have no sports car and I donít even care to have one

I can walk anytime around the block

 

Well, the wind keeps a-blowiní me up and down the street

With my hat in my hand and my boots on my feet

Watch out so you donít step on me

 

h me

 

Well, lookit here buddy, you want to be like me

Pull out your six-shooter and rob every bank you can see

Tell the judge I said it was all right

Yes!

 

Whoo

 

VARIATIONS Bob Dylan's Blues. Compared with the take released on The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan. Recorded 9 July 1962, 3rd Freewheelin' session. #3

 

Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto, they are ridiní down the line

     And the Lone Ranger and Tonto, they are ridiní down the line††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 9 Jul 1962, TFBDS #2

Fixiní evírybodyís troubles, evírybodyís ícept mine

     They're fixiní everybodyís troubles,, evírybodyís ícept mine††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 9 Jul 1962, TFBDS #2

Someone musta tolí íem that I was doiní fine

 

     I feel like a-running down to Shenandoah†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Apr 1963, Witmark Studio

          Lord, I feel like a running, down the Shenandoah†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 9 Jul 1962, TFBDS #2

     I got a home on the highway, I feel I'm bound to go††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Apr 1963, Witmark Studio

     Bound to go, bound to go, bound to go††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Apr 1963, Witmark Studio

 

Oh you five and ten cent women with nothiní in your heads

I got a real gal Iím loviní, Lord Iíll love her till Iím dead

     I got a real gal Iím loviní man Iíll love her till Iím dead††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Apr 1963, Witmark Studio

Go away from my door and my window too. Right now

 

Lord, I ainít goiní down to no race track, see no sports car run

     I ainít goiní to no race track, see no sports car run†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 9 Jul 1962, TFBDS #2

     Well, I ainít goiní down to no race track to see my pony run†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Apr 1963, Witmark Studio

I donít have no sports car and I donít even care to have one

     I donít have no sports car, Lord, I donít wish to have one†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 9 Jul 1962, TFBDS #2

     I donít have no pony, Lord, and I don't even want one††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Apr 1963, Witmark Studio

I can walk anytime around the block

 

     I got a clock in my stomach and a watch in my head†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 9 Jul 1962, TFBDS #2

     I'm a tickin' so loud, Lord, I'm gonna wind up dead††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 9 Jul 1962, TFBDS #2

     Yes I will, no I won't, maybe I will††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 9 Jul 1962, TFBDS #2

 

Well, the wind keeps a-blowiní me up and down the street

     Well, I got to keep on a-goin' up and down the street††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 9 Jul 1962, TFBDS #2

     And the wind keeps a-blowiní me up and down the street††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Apr 1963, Witmark Studio

With my hat in my hand and my boots on my feet

Watch out so you donít step on me

     Watch out so you donít step all over me me†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Apr 1963, Witmark Studio

     Here I come, here I go, here I'm again†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 9 Jul 1962, TFBDS #2

 

Well, lookit here buddy, you want to be like me

     Look a-here buddy, you want to be like me†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 9 Jul 1962, TFBDS #2

Pull out your six-shooter and rob every bank you can see

     Pull out your gun and rob every bank you can see††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 9 Jul 1962, TFBDS #2

Tell the judge I said it was all right

Yes!

 

Bob Dylan's Blues 19620709#2#3, 196302?b, 196304??,

 

 

Down The Highway (Bob Dylan)

First performed 9 July 1962 New York City, New York.

 

9 July 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A, 3rd Freewheelin' session

Released on The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan

 

Well, Iím walkiní down the highway with my suitcase in my hand

Yes, Iím walkiní down the highway with my suitcase in my hand

Lord, I really miss my baby, sheís in some far land

 

Well, your streets are gettiní empty, Lord, your highwayís gettiní filled

And your streets are gettiní empty and your highwayís gettiní filled

Well, the way I love that woman, I swear itís bound to get me killed

 

Well, I been gambliní so long, Lord, I ainít got much more to lose

Yes, I been gambliní so long, Lord, I ainít got much more to lose

Right now Iím haviní trouble, please donít take away my highway shoes

 

Well, Iím bound to get lucky, baby, or Iím bound to die tryiní

Yes, Iím a-bound to get lucky, baby, Lord, Lord Iím a-bound to die tryiní

Well, meet me in the middle of the ocean and weíll leave this olí highway behind

 

Well, the ocean took my baby, my baby stole my heart from me

Yes, the ocean took my baby, my baby took my heart from me

She packed it all up in a suitcase, Lord, she took it away to Italy, Italy

 

So, Iím a-walkiní down your old highway, just as far as my poor eyes can see

Yes, Iím a-walkiní down your highway, just as far as my eyes can see

From the Golden Gate Bridge all the way to the Statue of Liberty

 

Down The Highway 19620709

 

 

Tomorrow Is A Long Time (Bob Dylan)

First performed 11 August 1962, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

Town Hall, New York City, New York, 12 April 1963. Released on Masterpieces

 

If today was not a crooked highway, if tonight was not a crooked trail

If tomorrow wasnít such a long time, then lonesome would mean nothing to ye at all

Yes, and only if my true love was waitiní, if I could hear her heart a-softly poundiní

Yes, an' only if she was lyiní by me, Iíd lie in my bed once again

 

I canít see my reflection in the waters, I canít speak the sounds to show no pain

I canít hear the echo of my footsteps or remember the sound of my own name

Yes, and only if my own true love was waitiní and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundiní

Yes, and only if she was lyiní by me, then Iíd lie in my bed once again

 

Thereís beauty in that silver, singiní river. Thereís beauty in that sunrise in the sky

But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty that I remember in my true loveís eyes

Yes, and only if my own true love was waitiní, if I could only hear her heart a-softly poundiní

Yes and only if she was lyiní by me, then Iíd lie in my bed once again

 

VARIATIONS Tomorrow Is A Long Time. Compared with the take released on Masterpieces. Recorded 12 April 1963, New York Town Hall

 

If today was not a crooked highway

     If today was not an endless highway††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

If tonight was not a crooked trail

     If tonight I could finally stand tall†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Dec 1962, Witmark

If tomorrow wasnít such a long time

Then lonesome would mean nothing to ye at all

     Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Dec. 1962, Witmark

Yes, and only if my own true love was waitiní

     And if only my true love was waitiní (Ahoo)†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Jun 1970, NMRS#1

If I could hear her heart a-softly poundiní

     Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundiní †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1962, Witmark

     If I could hear her heart a-softly poundiní (Ahoo)†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

Yes, an' only if she was lyiní by me

     Only if she was lyiní by me†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Dec 1962, Witmark

     If only she was lyiní by me (Ahoo)††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

Iíd lie in my bed once again

     Then Iíd lie in my bed once again†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Dec 1962, Witmark

     when I lie in my bed once again††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

 

I canít see my reflection in the waters

     I canít see my reflection in the waters (Ahoo)†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

I canít speak the sounds to show no pain

     I canít speak the sounds that know no pain †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Dec 1962, Witmark

     I canít speak the sounds that show no pain (Ahoo)†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

I canít hear the echo of my footsteps

     I canít hear the echo of my footsteps (Ahoo)††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

Or remember the sound of my own name

     I canít remember the sound of my own name ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Dec.1962, Witmark

Yes, and only if my own true love was waitiní

     Well if only my own true lover was waitiní (Ahoo)††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

And if I could hear her heart a-softly poundiní

     Yes, if I could hear her heart a-softly poundiní †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Dec. 962, Witmark

     If I could hear her heart a-softly poundiní (Ahoo)†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

Yes, and only if she was lyiní by me

     Only if she was lyiní by me ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Dec 1962, Witmark

     Yes, if only she was lyiní by me (Ahoo)†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

Then Iíd lie in my bed once again

     When Iíd lie in my bed once again †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Dec 1962, Witmark

     Yes I would, lie in my bed, once again (Ahoo)††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

 

Thereís beauty in that silver, singiní river

     Thereís beauty in that silver, singiní river (Ahoo)†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

Thereís beauty in that sunrise in the sky

     Thereís beauty in the sunrise in the sky †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Dec 1962, Witmark

     Thereís beauty in the sunrise in the sky (Ahoo)†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

     Beauty in that rainbow in the air††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 April 1976, Clearwater

     There's beaty in that rainbow on the sky†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 30 Jan 1978, Santa Monica

But none of these and nothing else can tough the beauty

     But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† †Dec 1962, Witmark

     None of these and nothing else can tough the beauty (Ahoo)†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

     Nothing touch the beauty††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 April 1976, Clearwater

That I remember in my true loveís eyes

     That I know inside of my true loveís eyes††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

     If she would only care††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 April 1976, Clearwater

Yes, and only if my own true love was waitiní

     If only my own true love was waitiní (Ahoo)††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

If I could only hear her heart a-softly poundiní

     Yes, if I could only hear her heart a-softly poundiní (Ahoo)††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

Yes, and only if she was lyiní by me

     Only if she was lyiní by me ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Dec 1962, Witmark

     If only she was lyiní by me (Ahoo)††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

Then Iíd lie in my bed once again

     Then Iíd lie in my bed once again ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Dec 1962, Witmark

     When I lie in my bed once again†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

 

     Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin톆††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1962 Witmark

     If I could only hear her heart a-softly poundin톆†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1962 Witmark

     Yes, and only if she was lyiní by me ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Dec 1962, Witmark

     Then Iíd lie in my bed once again ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Dec 1962, Witmark

 

Tomorrow Is A Long Time. 620811, 6212??, 6302?b, 630412b, 700604#1#2, 760417, 780130, 780221, 780228

 

 

Talkin' Hypocrite (Bob Dylan)

First performed 11 August 1962, Minneapolis, Minnesota. Information in Clinton Heylin's Revolution in the air: the songs of Bob Dylan, 1957-1973

 

 

Motherless Children (Traditional)

First performed 11 August 1962, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

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

 

Motherless children run a hard road when your mother's dead

Motherless children run a hard road when your mother is dead

Motherless children run a hard road, hard road, hard road

Motherless children run a hard road when your mother is dead

 

Your Father will do the best he can when your mother is dead

Your Father will do the best he can when your mother is dead

Your Father will do the best he can, but he just does not understand

Motherless children run a hard road when your mother is dead

 

As some people say, "Your sister might do when your mother's dead."

As some people say, "Your sister might do when your mother is dead."

Some people say "Your sister will do", soon as she marries, turn her back on you

Motherless children run a hard road when your mother is dead

 

You can dig my grave with a bloody spade when I'm dead

You can dig my grave with a bloody spade when I'm dead

You can dig my grave with a bloody spade, see that my digger gets well paid

Motherless children run a hard road when your mother is dead

 

Jesus won't be no mother to you when your mother is dead

Jesus won't be no mother to you when your mother is dead

Jesus won't be no mother to you, his trials and tribulations won't see you through

Motherless children run a hard road when your mother is dead

 

Motherless Children. 19621015

 

 

Long Time Gone (Bob Dylan)

First performed 11 August 1962, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

March 1963, New York City, New York, Witmark Studio. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 9

 

My parents raised me tenderly I was their only son

My mind got mixed with rambliní when I was all so young

And I left my home the first time when I was twelve and one

Iím a long time a-cominí, Ma, Iíll be a long time gone

 

On the western side of Texas, by Texas plains

I tried to find a job oí work but they said lís young of age

My eyes they burned when I heard ďGo home where you belong!Ē

Iím a long time a-cominí aní Iíll be a long time gone

 

I remember when Iís rambliní around with the carnival trains

Different towns, different people, somehow theyíre all the same

I remember childrenís faces best, II remember traveliní on

Iím a long time a-cominí, Iíll be a long time gone

 

I once loved a fair young maid aní I ainít too big to tell

If she broke my heart a single time, she broke it ten or twelve

I walked and talked all by myself I did not tell no one

Iím a long time a-cominí, babe, Iíll be a long time gone

 

Many times by the highway side, I tried to flag a ride

With bloodshot eyes and gritting teeth Iíd watch the cars roll by

The empty air hung in my head, Iís thinkiní all day long

Iím a long time a-cominí, Iíll be a long time gone

 

You might see me on your crossroads when Iím a-passiní through

Remember me how you wished to as Iím a-driftiní from your view

I ainít got the time to think about it, I got too much to get done

And Iím a long time cominí aní Iíll be a long time gone

 

If I canít help somebody with a word or song

If I canít show somebody, they are traveliní wrong

But I know I ainít no prophet aní I ainít no prophetís son

Iím just a long time a-cominí aní Iíll be a long time gone

 

So you can have your beauty, itís skin deep and it only lies

And you can have your youth, itíll rot before your eyes

Just give to me my gravestone with it clearly carved upon:

ďIís a long time a-cominí aní Iíll be a long time goneĒ

 

VARIATIONS Long Time Gone

 

Verse 1

My mind got mixed with rambliní / When I was all so young ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Mar 1963, Witmark Studios

My mind got mixed on wandering / When I was all so young††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 18 Apr 1963, McKenzie

 

And I left my home the first time / When I was twelve and one†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Mar 1963, Witmark Studios

And I left my home the first time / At the age twelve and one††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 19 Apr 1963, McKenzie Home

 

Verse 2

On the western side of Texas / By Texas plains ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Mar 1963, Witmark Studios

The western winds they blew me / All down to the Texas plains†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 19 Apr 1963, McKenzie Home

The western winds have blue me / All down to the Texas plains††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 18 Apr 1963, McKenzie

 

My eyes they burned when I heard / ďGo home where you... †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Mar 1963, Witmark Studios

They pointed their fingers down de road / ďGo home where you... ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 19 Apr 1963, McKenzie Home

 

Verse 3

I remember when Iís rambliní / Around with the carnival trains ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Mar 1963, Witmark Studios

I began this rambliní / All around with the carnival trains††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 19 Apr 1963, McKenzie Home

 

Long Time Gone 196303?b, 19630412b, 19630418

 

 

A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall (Bob Dylan)

First performed 20 September 1962, New York City, New York

 

6 December 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A, 7th Freewheelin' Session. Released on The Freewheelin Bob Dylan

 

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?

Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?

Iíve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains

Iíve walked and Iíve crawled on six crooked highways

Iíve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests

Iíve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans

Iíve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

And itís a hard, itís a hard, itís a hard, itís a hard

Itís a hard rainís a-gonna fall

 

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?

And what did you see, my darling young one?

I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it

I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it

I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippiní

I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleediní

I saw a white ladder all covered with water

I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken

I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

And itís a hard, itís a hard, itís a hard, and itís a hard

Itís a hard rainís a-gonna fall

 

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?

And what did you hear, my darling young one?

I heard the sound of a thunder, that roared out a warniní

Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world

I Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blaziní

I Heard ten thousand whisperiní and nobody listeniní

I Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughiní

Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter

I Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley

And itís a hard, itís a hard, itís a hard, itís a hard

Itís a hard rainís a-gonna fall

 

Oh, what did you meet, my blue-eyed son?

And who did you meet, my darling young one?

I met a young child beside a dead pony

I met a white man who walked a black dog

I met a young woman whose body was burning

I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow

I met one man who was wounded in love

I met another man who was wounded in hatred

And itís a hard, itís a hard, itís a hard, itís a hard

Itís a hard rainís a-gonna fall

 

And whatíll you do now, my blue-eyed son?

And whatíll you do now, my darling young one?

Iím a-goiní back out ífore the rain starts a-falliní

Iíll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest

Where the people are many and their hands are all empty

Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters

Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison

And the executionerís face is always well hidden

Where hunger is ugly, where the souls are forgotten

Where black is the color, where none is the number

And Iíll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it

And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it

Then Iíll stand on the ocean until I start sinkiní

But Iíll know my song well before I start singiní

And itís a hard, itís a hard, itís a hard, and itís a hard

Itís a hard rainís a-gonna fall

 

VARIATIONS A Hard Rain's A-gonna Fall. Compared with the take released on The Freewheelin Bob Dylan. 6 December 1962, The 7th Freewheelin' Session

 

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?

     Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed boy?††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 22 Sep 1962, NYC, Carnegie Hall

Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?

     And where have you been, my darling youngÖ my darling my own††††††††††††††††††††††††† 20 Sep 1962, McKenzie Tape

     Oh, where have you been, my baby of mine? †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 22 Sep 1962, NYC, Carnegie Hall

Iíve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains

     Iíve stumbled to the top of six misty mountains††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 22 Sep 1962, NYC, Carnegie Hall

     Iíve stumbled to the top of twelve misty mountains†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 20 Sep 1962, McKenzie Tape

Iíve walked and Iíve crawled on six crooked highways

Iíve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests

     Iíve been in the middle of seven sad forests††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, Eng., Royal Festival Hall

Iíve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans

Iíve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

And itís a hard, itís a hard, itís a hard, itís a hard

Itís a hard rainís a-gonna fall

 

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?

And what did you see, my darling young one?

     Oh, what did you see, my baby young one? †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 22 Sep 1962, NYC, Carnegie Hall

I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it

I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it

I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippiní

I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleediní

I saw a white ladder all covered with water

     Saw a tail feather all covered with water††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 21 Oct 1975, NYC, Rehearsals

     Saw a rainbow hidden in the heart of a dreamer†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 21 Oct 1975, NYC, Rehearsals

     I saw a white ladder all covered in water†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 July 1978, NŁrnberg

I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken

     Saw† [the young] whose tongues were all broken†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 30 Oct 1975, Plymouth

     I saw one person starve, I saw many people laughin톆††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 30 Oct 1975, Plymouth

I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

And itís a hard, itís a hard, itís a hard, and itís a hard

Itís a hard rainís a-gonna fall

 

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?

     Oh what did you hear, my blue-eyed boy? ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 22 Sep 1962, NYC, Carnegie Hall

And what did you hear, my darling young one?

     Oh what did you hear, my baby my one? †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 22 Sep 1962, NYC, Carnegie Hall

I heard the sound of a thunder, that roared out a warniní

Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world

I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blaziní

     I saw one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin톆†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 22 Sep 1962, NYC, Carnegie Hall

     I saw one hundred [???] †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Nov 1981, Cincinnati

I heard ten thousand whisperiní and nobody listeniní

     I saw ten thousand whisperiní and nobody listenin톆†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 22 Sep 1962, NYC, Carnegie Hall

I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughiní

     I saw one person starve, I saw many people laughin톆†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 22 Sep 1962, NYC, Carnegie Hall

Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter

     Heard the sound of a poet who died in the ally†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 July 1978, NŁrnberg

I heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley

     I heard the sound of one person who cried he was human†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 22 Sep 1962, NYC, Carnegie Hall

     I heard the sound of one person who cried he was human†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 20 Sep 1962, McKenzie Tape

And itís a hard, itís a hard, itís a hard, itís a hard

Itís a hard rainís a-gonna fall

 

Oh, what did you meet, my blue-eyed son?

     Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed boy? †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 22 Sep 1962, NYC, Carnegie Hall

And who did you meet, my darling young one?

     Oh, who did you meet, my darling of me? †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 22 Sep 1962, NYC, Carnegie Hall

I met a young child beside a dead pony

I met a white man who walked a black dog

I met a young woman whose body was burning

     I met a young woman, her body was burning††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963, NYC, Town Hall

     I met a white woman, whose body was burning††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 30 Oct 1975, Plymouth

     I met one woman, whose body was burning†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Dec 1975, Montreal

I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow

I met one man who was wounded in love

I met another man who was wounded in hatred

And itís a hard, itís a hard, itís a hard, itís a hard

Itís a hard rainís a-gonna fall

 

And whatíll you do now, my blue-eyed son?

     Oh, whatíll you do now, my blue-eyed boy? ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 22 Sep 1962, NYC, Carnegie Hall

     What did you eat, my blue-eyed son†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 21 Oct 1975, NYC, Rehearsals

And whatíll you do now, my darling young one?

     Oh, whatíll you do now, my baby, my one? †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 22 Sep 1962, NYC, Carnegie Hall

Iím a-goiní back out ífore the rain starts a-falliní

Iíll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest

     I head to the depths of the deepest dark forest††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 February 1964, Toronto, CBC TV

Where the people are many and their hands are all empty

     Where the [carriers] are many and their hands are all empty†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 21 Oct 1975, NYC, Rehearsals

Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters

Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison

And the executionerís face is always well hidden

     Where the executionerís face is always well hidden†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 20 Sep 1962, McKenzie Tapes

Where hunger is ugly, where the souls are forgotten

     Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 20 Sep 1962, McKenzie Tapes

Where black is the color, where none is the number

And Iíll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it

     And Iíll tell it and speak it and talk it and breathe it†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 20 Sep 1962, McKenzie Tapes

     And Iíll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Nov 1964, Civic Auditorium

And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it

     And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 22 Sep 1962, NYC, Carnegie Hall

Then Iíll stand on the ocean until I start sinkiní

     Then Iíll stand on the ocean before I start sinkin톆††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, NYC, Carnegie Hall

But Iíll know my song well before I start singiní

And itís a hard, itís a hard, itís a hard, and itís a hard

Itís a hard rainís a-gonna fall

 

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