Volume 9. The Basement Tapes

 

 

Down on the Bottom (Bob Dylan, Jim James)

Written by Bob Dylan in 1966 – 1967 but never recorded by him. In 2014 co-written and first performed by Jim James.

 

March 2014, Jim James, Elvis Costello, Taylor Goldsmith, Marcus Mumford, Jay Bellerose at Capitol Studios, Hollywood, California. Released on Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes.

 

Down on the bottom, down to the last drop in the cup

Down on the bottom, no place to go but up

 

Always been in trouble nearly all my life

Always been in trouble, struggle, scorn and strife

 

Go find me my bluebird flying so high up above

Go find me my bluebird, go find me somebody to love

 

Down on the bottom, down to the last drop in the cup

Down on the bottom, no place to go but up

 

Always been in trouble nearly all my life

Always been in trouble, struggle, scorn and strife

 

Go find me my bluebird flying so high up above

Go find me my bluebird, go find me somebody to love

 

Down on the bottom, down to the last drop in the cup

Down on the bottom, no, no place to go but up

 

Down on the bottom, down to the last drop in the cup

Down on the bottom, no place to go but up

 

Down on the bottom. 201403??

 

Married to My Hack (Dylan, Elvis Costello)

Written by Bob Dylan in 1966 – 1967 but never recorded by him. In 2014 co-written and first performed by Elvis Costello.

 

March 2014, Elvis Cosello, TBone Burnett, Rhiannon Giddens, Taylor Goldsmith, Jim James, MarcusMumford, Jay Bellerose. at Capitol Studios, Hollywood, California. Released on Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

At five in the morning she would fix my lunch put it in a paper sack

Where I'm headed I'd always appreciate it but I'd rather stay married to my hack

 

I move like the breeze and the birds and the bees and I'm never been known to look back

I got fifteen women and all of 'em swimming but I'd rather stay married to my hack

 

I move fifteen miles every minute I'm all smiles I'd shoot by my sister's shack

She's got some friend who waves at men and a fine little hand but I'd rather stay married to my hack

 

I got twelve-wheel drive and an oversized hive and air cooled brakes in the back

Candy McGraff is always good for a laugh but I'd rather stay married to my hack

 

I got a peddle to hit and an engine that won't quit, and a carborator that won't crack

Maureen and Milly, they're a little silly but there's nothing that they do lack

 

I got loose eye'd ladies who've never seen a man just waiting around out back

Give me a bottle and some wine to throttle because I'd rather stay married to my hack

 

Whoe hoo hoo

Whoe hoo hoo

Whoe hoo hoo

 

Married to My Hack. 201403??

 

 

Kansas City (Dylan, Marcus Mumford, Taylor Goldsmith)

Written by Bob Dylan in 1966 – 1967 but never recorded by him. In 2014 co-written and first performed by Marcus Mumford and Taylor Goldsmith.

 

March 2014 Marcus Mumford, Elvis Costello, Taylor Goldsmith, Jim James, Jay Bellerose, Zach Dawes, Johnny Depp, Griffin Goldsmith, Alana Haim, Danielle Haim, Este Haim, Binki Shapiro at Capitol Studios, Hollywood, California. Released on Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

I listen to you time and time again, while you tell me just what's right

And you tell me a thousand things a day, then sleep somewhere's else in the night

I'm going back to Kansas City

 

And I love you dear, but just how long can I keep singing the same old song

And I love you dear, but just how long can I keep singing the same old song

I'm going back to Kansas City

 

And you called me to come, then I do, then you say you've made some mistake

You invite me into your house, then you say gotta pay for what you break

Going back to Kansas City

 

And I love you dear, but just how long can I keep singing the same old song

And I love you dear, but just how long can I keep singing the same old song

I'm going back to Kansas City

 

Gypsy woman, you know every place I go, even a thousand miles away from home

And you don't care if I'm asleep or I'm awake, this fickle heart just turned to stone

Going back to Kansas City

 

And I love you dear, but just how long can I keep singing the same old song

And I love you dear, but just how long can I keep singing the same old song

I'm going back to Kansas City

 

And I love you dear, but just how long can I keep singing the same old song

And I love you dear, but just how long can I keep singing the same old song

I'm going back to Kansas City

 

Kansas City. 201403??

 

 

Spanish Mary (Dylan, Rhiannon, Giddens)

Written by Bob Dylan in 1966 – 1967 but never recorded by him. In 2014 co-written and first performed by Rhiannon Giddens.

 

March 2014, Rhiannon Giddens, Elvis Costello, Taylor Goldsmith, Jim James, Marcus Mumford, Jay Bellerose at Capitol Studios, Hollywood, California. Released on Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

There were three sailors bold and true, with cargo they did cary

They sailed away on the ocean blue for the love of Spanish Mary

 

So deeply now were they disturbed, no longer could they tarry

Swoon and swerved for the love of Spanish Mary

 

In Kingstown town of high degree the baffoon, the fool, the fairy

Oh, paid the dues and inquired to me for the love of Spanish Mary

 

Beggar man, beggar man, tell me no lie

Is it a mystery to live? Or is it a mystery to die?

 

I seek you now to ask of you, it was in Kingston town indeed

It is said they stopped, but not for greed but for the love of Spanish Mary

 

I remember well they came one day, the baffoon, the fool, the fairy

They asked of me what could I say for the love of Spanish Mary

 

Tis not of me to talk absurd, no rumor do I carry

No, I not give you one word but for the love of Spanish Mary

 

Beggar man, beggar man, tell me no lie

Is it a mystery to live? Or is it a mystery to die?

 

Spanish Mary. 201403??

 

Liberty Street (Dylan, Taylor Goldsmith)

Written by Bob Dylan in 1966 – 1967 but never recorded by him. In 2014 co-written and first performed by Taylor Goldsmith.

 

March 2014, Taylor Goldsmith, S.I. Istwa, Jessica Kiley, Megan Lovell, Rebecca Lovell at Capitol Studios, Hollywood, California. Released on Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

He came from the old religion, but possessed no magic skill

Descending from machinery, he left nothing in his will

The crops are failing, the women wailing

It’s in the paper at your feet.

Six months in Kansas City, down on Liberty Street

 

It was sad to see it, that little lady going in

Arrested for arson once they’d asked her where she’d been

Down on her knees, not even a breeze

Another victim of the heat

Six months in Kansas City, down on Liberty Street

 

Things sure don’t look too pretty, cause a man to rob and steal

I got a full six more months out here, can’t be begging for my meals

Now look here Baby Snooks, doesn’t matter what books

You keep underneath your seat

Six months in Kansas City down on Liberty Street

Six months in Kansas City down on Liberty Street

 

Liberty Street. 201403??

 

Nothing to It (Dylan, Jim James)

Written by Bob Dylan in 1966 – 1967 but never recorded by him. In 2014 co-written and first performed by Jim James.

 

March 2014, jim James, Elvis Costello, Rhiannon Giddens, Taylor Goldsmith, Marcus Mumford, Jay Bellerose, Carla Azar at Capitol Studios, Hollywood, California. Released on Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

Well, I knew I was young enough

And I knew there was nothing to it

‘Cause I’d already seen it done enough

And I knew there was nothing to it

 

There was no organization I wanted to join

So I stayed by myself and took out a coin

 

There I sat with my eyes in my hand

just contemplating killing a man

for greed was one thing I just couldn’t stand

 

If I was you, I’d put back what I took

A guilty man’s got a guilty look

 

Heads I will and tails I won’t

As long as the call won't be my own

 

Well you don’t have to turn your pockets inside out

But I’m sure you can give me something

Well, you don’t have to go into your bank account

but I’m sure you can give me something

 

Well, I knew I was young enough

And I knew there was nothing to it

‘Cause I’d already seen it done enough

And I knew there was nothing to it

 

One more time

 

Well, I knew I was young enough

And I knew there was nothing to it

‘Cause I’d already seen it done enough

And I knew there was nothing to it

 

And I knew there was nothing to it

And I knew there was nothing to it

And I knew there was nothing to it

And I knew there was nothing to it

 

Mama, call your children back before they want to do it

 

Nothing To It. 201403??

 

 

Golden Tom – Silver Judas (Dylan, Elvis Costello)

Written by Bob Dylan in 1966 – 1967 but never recorded by him. In 2014 co-written and first performed by Elvis Costello.

 

March 2014, Elvis Costello, Taylor Goldsmith, JimJames, Marcus Mumford at Capitol Studios, Hollywood, California. Released on Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

They say that today makes up for what yesterday lacked

And it must be some old day for that is a fact

Can't talk to nobody, don't know just how they'll react

Weigh the silver and gold

Be precise and exact

 

How can today make up for yesterday

For if we break up, I guess you would stay

 

Buffalo Bill wouldn't have known what to do

If he got just one look, just one good look at you

And I don't know what to do either

Just want to tell you it's neither

Tom said "Don't take her,"

Judas said "Leave her"

 

How can today make up for yesterday

For if we break up, I guess you would stay

 

So, Golden Tom said to poor Silver Judas

"It's so hard to say who's the worst of the two of us

So don't brood

There's no fraud in this fued

I don't know, I don't know

I don't know what to do"

 

How can today make up for yesterday

For if we break up, I wish you would stay

 

How can today make up for yesterday

For if we break up, I wish you would stay

 

Golden Tom – Silver Judas. 201403??

 

 

When I Get My Hands on You (Dylan, M. Mumford, T. Goldsmith)

Written by Bob Dylan in 1966 – 1967 but never recorded by him. In 2014 co-written and first performed by Marcus Mumford and Taylor Goldsmith.

 

March 2014, Marcus Mumford, Elvis Costello, Rhiannon Giddens, Taylor Goldsmith, JimJames, Jay Bellerose at Capitol Studios, Hollywood, California. Released on Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

When I set my eyes on you, gonna keep you out of town tonight

When I set my eyes on you, not gonna be out of my sight

 

And now you know, everywhere on earth you go You gonna have me as your man

when I get my hands on you, gonna make you carry me

When I get my hands on you, gonna make you marry me

 

and now you know everywhere on earth you go, you gonna have me as your man

When I come home to you, gonna take you down to the riverside

When I come home to you, hold you in my arm all night

 

And now you know, everywhere on earth you go, you gonna have me as your man

And now you know, everywhere on earth you go, you gonna have me as your man

 

When I Get My Hands on You. 201403??

 

 

Duncan and Jimmy (Dylan, Giddens)

Written by Bob Dylan in 1966 – 1967 but never recorded by him. In 2014 co-written and first performed by Rhiannon Giddens.

 

March 2014, Rhiannon Giddens, Elvis Costello, Taylor Goldsmith, Jim James,Marcus Mumford, Jay Bellerose, Carla azar at Capitol Studios, Hollywood, California. Released on Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

Fill up the glasses and take your stand, tip your hat to the world

Button up the bowtie and dance all around, once again with the fat Hawaiian girl

 

Duncan and Jimmy walk side by side, nobody walks between them

Duncan and Jimmy walk side by side, has anybody seen them?

 

Freighter man, freighter man, which way’s that freighter gonna run tonight

Take me down to Jacksonville or just leave me be wherever it seems right

 

Duncan and Jimmy walk side by side, nobody walks between them

Duncan and Jimmy walk side by side, has anybody seen them?

 

So fill up the glasses and take your stand, tip your hat to the world

Button up the bowtie and dance all around, once again with the fat Hawaiian girl

 

Duncan and Jimmy walk side by side, nobody walks between them

Duncan and Jimmy walk side by side, has anybody seen them?

 

Duncan and Jimmy walk side by side, nobody walks between them

Duncan and Jimmy walk side by side, has anybody seen them?

 

Duncan and Jimmy walk side by side, nobody walks between them

Duncan and Jimmy walk side by side, has anybody seen them?

 

Has anybody seen them?

Has anybody seen them?

Has anybody seen them?

 

Duncan and Jimmy. 201403??

 

 

Florida Key (Dylan, Taylor Goldsmith)

Written by Bob Dylan in 1966 – 1967 but never recorded by him. In 2014 co-written and first performed by Taylor Goldsmith. Copyright © 2014 Special Rider Music (SESAC)

 

March 2014, Taylor Goldsmith, Elvis Costello, Rhiannon Giddens, Jim James, Marcus Mumford at Capitol Studios, Hollywood, California. Released on Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

Miami woman, so fine and fair, I try and try but I can’t get anywhere

I sail out under the sun, looking for my darling, my only one

I sail all day and when the day is done

She’s still the one I want to see, I must find that Florida Key

 

Collins Avenue, Fifth Street and Main, I walk up and down but it’s all in vain

My only darling is gone, took everything and put it out on the lawn

And Jim came and got it and he gave it to John

It’s getting harder and harder to be me, I must find that Florida Key

 

Just standing on the curb watching for boats while them boys and girls pass by on their big silver goats

I’m getting out while the getting is good in my ship of steel or in my ship of wood

One more time I’m gonna do just like I should

See, this could only happen to me, I must find that Florida Key

 

Need a little sunshine in my beer, thinking ’bout eloping

Nothing’s locked, never will be, everything is open

 

There’s only one thing that lurks in my mind, it’s nothing here, nothing I’ve left behind

There’s something up front, something I hope to find, I’m gonna set sail again tonight

Round the horn and in the clear moonlight

Or at least I’m sure it’s going to be soon as I find my Florida Key

 

Florida Key. 201403??

 

 

Hidee Hidee Ho (#11 and #16) (Dylan, Giddens, Jim James, Costello)

Written by Bob Dylan in 1966 – 1967 but never recorded by him. In 2014 co-written and first performed

 

March 2014, #11 Jim James, Elvis Costello, Rhiannon Giddens, Taylor Goldsmith, Marcus Mumford, Jay Bellerose, Zach Dawess, Griffin Goldsmith, Bo Koster, S.I. Istwa, Megan Lovell, Rebecca Lovell at Capitol Studios, Hollywood, California. Released on Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

How could she reject me, send me on my way

How could she suspect me of leading her astray

 

I met her accidentally and I asked to see her home

She told me she wouldn't mind and commenced to roam

 

Hidee Hidee Ho, (Making love wherever we go)

Hidee Hidee Hee, (Making love just you and me)

Hidee Hidee Hoo, (Making love just me and you)

 

I took out my pen knife and showed it at this rake

He looked at me as if to say, you're making a mistake

 

I do not frighten easily yet no weapon I possess

No matter what you thinkin', son, you, you better second guess

 

Hidee Hidee Ho, (Making love wherever we go)

Hidee Hidee Hee, (Making love just you and me)

Hidee Hidee Hoo, (Making love just me and you)

 

Hidee Hidee Ho, (Making love on the highway bump)

Hidee Hidee Hoo, (Making love in a pile of rope)

Hidee Hidee Hee, (Making love on the driveway ramp)

 

Hidee Hidee Ho, (Making love wherever we go)

Hidee Hidee Hee, (Making love just you and me)

Hidee Hidee Hoo, (Making love just me and you)

 

March 2014, #16 Rhiannon Giddens, Elvis Costello, Taylor Goldsmith, Jim James, Marcus Mumford, Jay Bellerose at Capitol Studios, Hollywood, California, #16. Released on Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

Hidee Hidee Hidee Ho, making love wherever we go

Hidee Hidee Hidee Hee, making love just you and me

 

Hidee Hidee Hidee Ho, making love wherever we go

Hidee Hidee Hidee Hee, making love just you and me

 

How could she reject me

Send me on my way

How could she suspect me

Of leading her astray

 

I met her accidentally

And I asked to see her home

She told me she wouldn't mind

And then commenced to roam

 

Hidee Hidee Hidee Ho, making love wherever we go

Hidee Hidee Hidee Hee, making love just you and me

 

I took out my pen knife

And showed it at this rake

He looked at me as if to say

You're making a mistake

 

I do not frighten easily

Yet no weapon I possess

No matter what you thinkin', son

You better second guess

 

Hidee Hidee Hidee Ho, making love wherever we go

Hidee Hidee Hidee Hee, making love just you and me

 

Hidee Hidee Hidee Ho, making love wherever we go

Hidee Hidee Hidee Hee, making love just you and me

 

Hidee Hidee Hidee Ho, making love wherever we go

Hidee Hidee Hidee Hee, making love just you and me

 

Hidee Hidee Ho. 201403??#11#16

 

 

Lost on the River (Dylan, Costello, Giddens, Mumford)

Written by Bob Dylan in 1966 – 1967 but never recorded by him. In 2014 co-written and first performed

 

March 2014, #12 Elvis Costella, Rhiannon Giddens, Taylor Goldsmith, Jim James, Marcus Mumford, Carla Azar, Jay Bellerose at Capitol Studios, Hollywood, California. Released on Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

The tears of a lonely man are hidden within

As he moves from one woman to the next, his spirit grows thin

When he falls in love with one, it's hard but it's true

But it's oh, so much harder when that woman is you

 

The leaves on the trees shake when the storm clouds appear

Just as I shake up inside when I follow you here

At your invitation to come to you, dear

 

I got lost on the river, but I got found

I got lost on the river, but I didn't drown

I got lost on the river, but I didn't go down

I got lost on the river, but I got found

 

I looked at the graze of blue where the light begins

Through the glass where the rays shot through, caressing your skin

Like your invitation to follow you in

 

I got lost on the river, but I got found

I got lost on the river, but I didn't drown

I got lost on the river, but I didn't go down

I got lost on the river, but I got found

 

March 2014, #20, Rhiannon Giddens, Taylor Goldsmith, Marcus Mumford, S.I. Istwa, Jessica Kiley, Megan Lovell, Rebecca Lovell at Capitol Studios, Hollywood, California. Released on Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

The tears of a woman are hidden within

As she moves from one to the next, her spirit grows thin

And when she falls in love, it's hard but it's true

But it's oh, so much harder when that man is you

 

I got lost on the river, but I got found

I got lost on the river, but I didn't drown

 

One stormy day I was out at sea

The waves they rolled and tumbled over me

I spied dry land and a tall pale tree

I knew that soon that's where I'd like to be

 

My sweetheart left me for another one

And now I wait for the next rising sun

 

I got lost on the river, but I got found

I got lost on the river, but I didn't drown

I got lost on the river, but I didn't go down

I got lost on the river, but I got found

 

Lost on the River. 201403??#12#20

 

 

Stranger (Bob Dylan, Marcus Mumford)

Written by Bob Dylan in 1966 – 1967 but never recorded by him. In 2014 co-written and first performed by Marcus Mumford

 

March 2014, Marcus Momford, Elvis Costello, Rhiannon Giddens, Taylor Goldsmith, Jim James, Jay Bellerose, Griffin Goldsmith at Capitol Studios, Hollywood, California. Released on Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

Never fall in love with a stranger

And that, son, they all said to me

And never fall in love with a stranger

But I can't help it if she falls in love with me

 

And never fall in love with a stranger

Now, they'r gone against my command

And never fall in love with a stranger

The pain is written in my hands

 

But if I can't resist

Find my way outta this

 

She knows that our love more than any river, flows

And I'm done now, all of my intentions are exposed

Not hidden in my clothes

Or in between my toes

 

I wanna tombstone pearl handle revolver

Don't wanna meet a pale man with a halo in his hair

Never fall in love with a stranger

But sometimes I simply do not care

 

And if I can't resist

Get my way outta this

 

She knows that our love more than any river, flows

And I'm done now, all of my intentions are exposed

Not hidden in my clothes

Or in between my toes

 

I done things right, pretty much all of my life

I'm not looking for any sympathy

I can run all I like away from that stranger

But somehow, she'll always follow me

 

Stranger. 201403??

 

 

Card Shark (Bob Dylan and Taylor Goldsmith)

Written by Bob Dylan in 1966 – 1967 but never recorded by him. In 2014 co-written and first performed by Taylor Goldsmith.

 

March 2014, Taylor Goldsmith, Elvis Costello, Rhiannon Giddens, Jim James, Marcus Mumford, Jay Bellerose at Capitol Studios, Hollywood, California. Released on Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

There are many kinds of fish that swim in the sea

There's others that swim in the dark

And of those troupers and trouts and dolphins and whales

The one you must watch is the shark

 

Card shark (Yes, ma'am)

Get 'em in the nose, that ol' card shark

 

Card shark (Yes, ma'am)

Get 'em in the nose, that ol' card shark

 

Now I sat me down to have some fun

I jumped in the tank for a spell

I boogalooed in the bunkhouse and saw some bandits on the run

I went down to get water from the well

 

Card shark (Yes, ma'am)

Get 'em in the nose, that ol' card shark

 

Card shark (Yes, ma'am)

Get 'em in the nose, that ol' card shark

 

Now set 'em up, Samba

Sit on it awhile

Toss in the towel and have a kick

Stick it in the rear and roar for a bit

And waddle down the road like a brick

 

Card shark (Yes, ma'am)

Get 'em in the nose, that ol' card shark

 

Card shark (Yes, ma'am)

Get 'em in the nose, that ol' card shark

That ol' card shark

 

Card Shark. 201403??

 

Quick Like A Flash (Bob Dylan and Jim James)

Written by Bob Dylan in 1966 – 1967 but never recorded by him. In 2014 co-written and first performed by Jim James.

 

March 2014, Jim James, Elvis Costello, Rhiannon Giddens, Taylor Goldsmith, Marcus Mumford, Jay Bellerose at Capitol Studios, Hollywood, California. Released on Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

Quick like a flash, we got to border that bus

Go down on the hump and screw it

We don't need your opinions, take a look at us

When we find something good, we're true to it

 

Revenge is sweet when we take a trip or two

Put ol' Peter in the pocket

Then pull in or out and paint 'em blue

Put a bow tie on 'em, and sock it

 

Quick like a flash

Quick like a flash

Quick like a flash

 

Crossharp's coming just once that's all

Oh baby, wontcha please come use him

Gang up on the punk and a big checker haul

Poor little punk, don't bruise him

 

Quick like a flash, we got to border that bus

Go down on the hump and screw it

We don't need your opinions, take a look at us

When we find something good, we're true to it

 

Quick like a flash

Quick like a flash

Quick like a flash

 

Quick like a flash

Quick like a flash

Quick like a flash

 

Quick like a flash

 

Quick Like A Flash. 201403??

 

 

Diamond Ring (Bob Dylan and Taylor Goldsmith)

Written by Bob Dylan in 1966 – 1967 but never recorded by him. In 2014 co-written and first performed by Taylor Goldsmith.

 

March 2014,Taylor Goldsmith, Elvis Costello, Jim James, Marcus Mumford, Jay Bellerose at Capitol Studios, Hollywood, California. Released on Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

If I ever get back to St. Louis again

There's gonna be some changes made

I'm gonna find old Alice and right  where I left off

It's gonna be just as if I stayed

 

That old organ grinder's gonna wind his box

And the knife sharpener's gonna sing

When I get back to St. Louis again

I'm gonna buy that diamond ring

 

Diamond ring, diamond ring

Shine like gold, behold that diamond ring

 

If I ever get back to St. Louis again

Everybody's gonna smile

One of the Mack girls dragged me up to Washington

I got stuck there for a while

 

She gave me more misery than a man can hold

And I took her bad advice

Now I don't aim to bother anyone

I have paid that awful price

 

Diamond ring, diamond ring

Shine like gold, behold that diamond ring

 

If ever I get back to St. Louis again

That diamond ring is gonna shine

That old burlesque dancer is gonna bum around

And everything's gonna be fine

 

I'm gonna settle up my accounts with lead

And leave the rest up to the law

Then I'm gonna marry the one I love

And head out for Wichita

 

Diamond ring, diamond ring

Shine like gold, behold that diamond ring

 

Diamond Ring. 201403??

 

 

The Whistle Is Blowing (Bob Dylan and Marcus Mumford)

Written by Bob Dylan in 1966 – 1967 but never recorded by him. In 2014 co-written and first performed by Marcus Mumford.

 

March 2014, Marcus Mumford, Elvis Costello, Taylor Goldsmith, Jim James, Jay bellerose, Alana Haim, Danielle Haim,Este Haim at Capitol Studios, Hollywood, California. Released on Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

The whistle is blowing, and the train is going

Just what's gonna happen next, well, I'm not one to say

Well, I'm sitting here yearning, while those wheels keep turning

"I'll be gone by tonight," she told me today

 

And next door to the cornstalk, by the side of this sheet rock

I will wait for the morning like a dog in the moon

 

Blow, blow on

Blow, blow on

 

Oh, the minutes go slow now, and I hope it don't snow now

'Cause it's quiet and still and that train's out of sight

All we need is a fat storm to blow by the platform

Oh dear me, that woman, that woman's always right

 

Blow, blow on

Blow, blow on

 

Blow, blow on

Blow, blow on

 

The whistle is blowing, and the train is going

Just what's gonna happen next, well, I'm not the one to say

 

The Whistle Is Blowing. 201403??

 

 

Six Moths in Kansas City (Liberty Street) (Bob Dylan and Elvis Costello)

Written by Bob Dylan in 1966 – 1967 but never recorded by him. In 2014 co-written and first performed by Elvis Costello.

 

March 2014, Elvis Costello, Rhiannon Giddens, Taylor Goldsmith, Jim James, marcus Mumford, Jay Bellerose, Carla Azar, Megan Lovell, Rebecca Lovell at Capitol Studios, Hollywood, California. Released on Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

I see by the papers that he came from the old religion

But possessed no magic skill

Decended from machinery

He left nothing from his will

 

Thank you for not helping me out, for not treating me like a fool

If he didn't lay me on a cold mattress at night

I might be kicking for that mule

Crops are failing, women are wailing

Someday you'll find that the world’s left you out

No true love, no nothing, just roaming about

 

Parties and people and a cold heart within

And each time you're dancing, you're waltzing with sin

 

You’re Satan made over in perfect disguise

Unfaithful, unworthy and oh, so unwise

 

I pity the heart of the next guy you win

Like me you'll be losing while waltzing with sin

 

6 months in Kansas City (woe! can't find no room and board)

6 months in Kansas City (what kind of reward)

6 months in Kansas City (all my good friends in jail lost out)

6 months in Kansas City (some who ain't got me [trade just out])

6 months in Kansas City (but they all try to make you come back)

6 months in Kansas City (down on my knees, not even a breeze, ain't it a pity)

6 months in Kansas City

 

Well, hear now Baby Snooks

Don't matter how many looks

You got underneath your thumb

Decended from machinery

He got nothing left to count

 

Thank you for not helping me out

For not treating me like a fool

If he didn't lay me

On a cold mattress at night

I might be kicking more then your mule

Crops are failing, women are wailing

 

6 months in Kansas City (Woe! can't be begging for no last meal)

6 months in Kansas City (cause 2 men to rob and steal)

6 months in Kansas City (all my good friends con founded, indeed)

6 months in Kansas City (some lost and some drown and some turn to greed)

6 months in Kansas City (I might even do the some thing)

6 months in Kansas City (make a man ready do to anything)

6 months in Kansas City (are you ready)

6 months in Kansas City (are you ready)

6 months in Kansas City (are you ready to admit defeat)

6 months in Kansas City (6 months in Kansas City, whoo)

6 months in Kansas City

6 months in Kansas City

 

Six Moths in Kansas City (Liberty Street). 201403??

 

 

Light House Woman (Bob Dylan 1967, Elvis Costello 2014)

Written by Dylan in 1967, finished by Elvis Costello in 2014. Not included in Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

 

Santa Cruz (Bob Dylan 1967, Taylor Goldsmith 2014)

Written by Dylan in 1967, finished by Taylor Goldsmith in 2014. Not included in Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

 

Matthew Met Mary (Bob Dylan 1967, Elvis Costello 2014)

Written by Dylan in 1967, finished by Elvis Costello in 2014. Not included in Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

 

Maybe Darling (Bob Dylan 1967, Taylor Goldsmith 2014)

Written by Dylan in 1967, finished by Taylor Goldsmith in 2014. Not included in Lost On The River: The New Basement Tapes

 

 

Edge Of The Ocean (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

[...]

Are you here upside down

 

Well, we're living on the edge of the ocean with the mockingbird ready to frown

Well, the [sea] climbs over my window with all the ocean round

 

Well, we woke up on every morning, brother, brother wasn't in my town

But let me tell you brother, it won't be when the seagulls cross over town

 

Well, it’s all against the [???] I leaned my head today

And with [all the wearing] that I follow, [hunted] down that way

 

Whatever will give no warning, well, open your head to the ground

But let me tell you brother its coming when the seagulls cross over town

 

Edge Of The Ocean. 196703>10

 

 

My Bucket's Got A Hole In It (Clarence Williams)

First performed March - October 1967

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Well, my bucket's got a hole in it, yes, my bucket's got a hole in it

Well, my bucket's got a hole in it, I can't buy no beer

 

Well, I went upon the mountain, I looked down into the sea

I seen the crabs and the fishes doin' the be-bop-bee

'Cause my bucket's got a hole in it, yes, my bucket's got a hole in it

You know, my bucket's got a hole in it, I can't buy no beer

 

Aaaaah!

 

Oh, there ain't no use of me workin' so hard

I know there ain't no use of me workin' so hard

'Cause I got a woman in the boss man's yard

 

And my bucket's got a hole in it, yes, my bucket's got a hole in it

You know, my bucket's got a hole in it, I can't buy no beer

 

My Bucket's Got A Hole In It. 196703>10

 

 

Roll On Train (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Roll, roll on train, get on board [babe, get on board]

You don’t fool me took to hide

Go a long way to where you won’t belong tonight

Roll me over of this pair of wheels [Rolling, rolling on this pair of wheels]

Roll, roll on, roll on, roll on your wheels [roll how you feel]

Roll, roll on train, roll, roll on train

 

Roll on train, roll on train

Roll on and get on the border, [???]

Get on the creedy picker and get on board

Roll on train when she's fire on wheels

When she's long and crazy but is fire and steel

Roll on train

 

Wait and see when she's under her control

Lady is late tonight when she is under my control [into my soul]

When she’s hard and she’s so helpless [not helping] down on the maze

And you thought she meet you but she is passing the gate

And she's, roll on train

 

Roll On Train. 196703>10

 

 

Mr. Blue (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Call me Mr. Blue, when you say you want me

Then let us by longing in the town

Call me true, call me Mr. Blue

 

I'm Mr. Blue, can you say you love me

Then prove it by going out on the town

I'm digging' it too, call me Mr. Blue

 

I'm Mr. Blue, when you say you want me

Then prove it by going out on the town

I'm digging it too, call me Mr. Blue

 

Mr. Blue, when you say you want me

Then prove it by going out on the town

I'm your daddy true, call me Mr. Blue

 

Mr. Blue. 196703>10

 

 

Spanish Is The Loving Tongue (Charles Badger Clark, Billy Simon)

First performed March - October 1967

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Spanish is the loving tongue, soft as music, light as spray

'T was a girl I learned it from, living down Sonora way

I don't look much like a lover, still I say her love words over

Mostly when I'm all alone, mi amor, mi corazón

 

Moonlight on the patio, oh, señora now too ill

Me and Juana a-talkin' low, so the madre couldn't hear

Oh, how these hours would go a-flyin', all too soon I hear her sighing'

In her sweet and sorry tone, mi amor, mi corazón

 

Haven't seen her since that night, I can't cross the line you know

Wanted for a gambling' fight, like as not it's better so

Still I've always kind of missed her since that last sad day I kissed her

Broke her heart, lost my own, adios mi corazón

 

24 April 1969, Nashville Tennessee, Columbia Recording Studio, #7, Released on Dylan (A Fool Such As I)

 

Broke her heart, lost my own, adios mi corazón

 

Spanish is the loving tongue, soft as music, light as spray

'T was a girl I learned it from, living down Sonora way

Well, I don't look much like a lover, still, I say her love words over

Mostly when I'm all alone, mi amor, mi corazón

 

(Lalala lalala lalala lalala lalalalala) Lalala lalala lalala lalalalala

(Lalala lalala lalala lalala lalalalala) Lalala lalala lalala lalala lalalalala

(Lalala lalala lalala lalala lalalalala) Lalala lalala lalala lalala lalalalala

(Lalala lalala lalala lalala lalalalala) Lalala lalala lalala lalala lalalalala

 

Haven't seen her since that night, I can't cross the line you know

They wanted for a gambling fight, like as not it's better so

Still I've always kind of missed her since that last sad night I kissed her

Broke her heart, lost my own, adios mi corazón

 

Broke her heart, lost my own, adios mi corazón

Adios mi corazón

 

2 June 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 3rd Nw Morning Recording session, #1, released on The Bootleg Series Volume 10

 

Spanish is the loving tongue, soft as music, light as spray

'T was a girl I learned it from, living down Sonora way

I don't look much like a lover, still I hear her love words over

Mostly when I'm all alone, mi amor, mi corazón

 

On the night that I would ride, she would listen for my spurs

Throw that big door open wide, raise those laughing eyes of her

Oh how the night would go a-flying, all to soon I hear her sighing

In her sweet and quiet tone, mi amor, mi corazón

 

Haven't seen her since that night, I can't cross the line you know

They wanted for a gambling' fight, like as not it's better so

Still I've always kind of missed her since that last sad day I kissed her

left her heart, I broke my own, adios mi corazón

 

17 September 1974, New York City, New York, A & R Studios. 2nd Blood On The Tracks recording session, released on The Bootleg Series Volume 14

 

……

Mostly when I'm all alone, mi amor, mi corazón

 

On the nights that I would ride, she would listen for my spurs

Throw that big door open wide, raise those laughing eyes of hers

Oh, how my heart could not stop beatin', when I'd hear her tender greetin'

Whispered soft for me alone, mi amor, mi corazón

 

But I had to fly one time, all cause of a stupid gamblin' fight

And so we said a swift goodbye on that dark unlucky night

But in my ears [the hug kept ringing], in [my arms] she kept on clingin'

As I gathered North alone, mi amor, mi corazón

 

Haven't seen her since that night, I can't cross the line you know

She was mixed and I was white, like as not it's better so

Still I've always kind of missed her since that last wild night I kissed her

Left her heart and lost my own, adios mi corazón

 

VARIATIONS Spanish Is The Loving Tongue. Compared with the take released on Dylan (A Fool Such As I), recorded 24 April 1969, #7

 

Spanish is the loving tongue, soft as music, light as spray

'T was a girl I learned it from, living down Sonora way

Well, I don't look much like a lover, still, I say her love words over

     I don't look much like a lover, still, I say her love words over                                           Mar-May 1967, Woodstock

     I don't look much like a lover, still I hear her love words over                                                  2 Jun 1970, NMRS, #1

Mostly when I'm all alone, mi amor, mi corazón

 

(Lalala lalala lalala lalala lalalalala) Lalala lalala lalala lalalalala

(Lalala lalala lalala lalala lalalalala) Lalala lalala lalala lalala lalalalala

(Lalala lalala lalala lalala lalalalala) Lalala lalala lalala lalala lalalalala

(Lalala lalala lalala lalala lalalalala) Lalala lalala lalala lalala lalalalala

 

     Moonlight on the patio, oh, señora now too ill                                                                     Mar-May 1967, Woodstock

     Me and Juana a-talkin' low, so the madre couldn't hear                                                   Mar-May 1967, Woodstock

     Oh, how these hours would go a-flyin' all too soon I hear her sighing'                           Mar-May 1967, Woodstock

     In her sweet and sorry tone, mi amor, mi corazón                                                             Mar-May 1967, Woodstock

 

     On the night that I would ride, she would listen for my spurs                                                   2 Jun 1970, NMRS, #1

          On the nights that I would ride, she would listen for my spurs                               2 Jun 1970, NMRS, #2, MP-3

     Throw that big door open wide, raise those laughing eyes of her                                           2 Jun 1970, NMRS, #1

          Kick that big door open wide, raise those laughing eyes of her                       3 Mar 1970, SPRS#1, BD1970-1

     Oh how the night would go a-flying, all to soon I hear her sighing                                          2 Jun 1970, NMRS, #1

          Oh, how those eyes would go a-flying, all to soon I will hear her sighing             2 Jun 1970, NMRS, #2, MP-3

          Oh, how those hours would go a-flying, all to soon I'd hear her sighing        3 Mar 1970, SPRS#1, BD1970-1

          Oh how I couldn't stop my heart from beating, all to soon I hear her cheating        9 May 1974, Friend of Chili

          Oh, how my heart could not stop beatin', when I'd hear her tender greetin'                   17 Sep 1974, BOOTRS

     In her sweet and quiet tone, mi amor, mi corazón                                                                     2 Jun 1970, NMRS, #1

          Whispered soft for me alone, mi amor, mi corazón                                                             17 Sep 1974, BOOTRS

          In her soft and quiet tone, mi amor, mi corazón                                                                            19 Oct 1975, NYC

 

     But I had to fly one time, all cause of a stupid gamblin' fight                                                   17 Sep 1974, BOOTRS

          But I had to fly one time, all for a stupid gamblin' fight                                                                 19 Oct 1975, NYC

     And so we said a swift goodbye on that dark unlucky night                                                    17 Sep 1974, BOOTRS

     But in my ears [the hug kept ringing], in [my arms] she kept on clingin'                                17 Sep 1974, BOOTRS

          Still I've always kind of missed her since that last sad night I kissed her                                 19 Oct 1975, NYC

          And in my ears the [???] clinging, as in my ears those puff beads ringing                     30 March 1976, Malibu

          And often times to me she's clinging, and in my ears her puff beads ringing           11 May 1976, San Antonio

     As I gallop North alone, mi amor, mi corazón                                                                            17 Sep 1974, BOOTRS

          Broke her heart, lost my own, adios mi corazón                                                                           19 Oct 1975, NYC

          As I gallop North alone, adios, mi corazón                                                                           17 Sep 1974, BOOTRS

 

Haven't seen her since that night, I can't cross the line you know

     Haven't seen, haven't seen her since that night, I can't cross, I can't cross the line you know    2-6-70, #2, MP-3

They wanted for a gambling fight, like as not it's better so

     Wanted for a gambling' fight, like as not it's better so                                                        Mar-May 1967, Woodstock

     They want me for a gambling fight, like as not it's better so                                                    2 Jun 1970, NMRS, #1

     She was [Mex] and I was white, like as not it's better so                                                         17 Sep 1974, BOOTRS

Still I've always kind of missed her since that last sad night I kissed her

     Still I've always kind of missed her since that last sad day I kissed her                         Mar-May 1967, Woodstock

          Still I've always kind of missed her since that last wild night I kissed her                        17 Sep 1974, BOOTRS

Broke her heart, lost my own, adios mi corazón

     Left her heart and lost my own, adios mi corazón                                                                     17 Sep 1974, BOOTRS

 

Broke her heart, lost my own, adios mi corazón

     left her heart, I broke my own, adios mi corazón                                                                       2 Jun 1970, NMRS, #1

 

Spanish Is The Loving Tongue. 196703>10, 19690424#7, 19700303#1, 19700602#1#2, 19740509, 19740917, 19751019, 19760330, 19760511

 

 

Under Control (Bob Dylan)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

                    under control

 

She's gonna make a [?] graveyard fence

Just how much she want to do to [Americans]

She [hard] upon a table beneath the floor

Arrows to ashtray, she say it once more

That she's ready to grow but no, she ain't ready to go

Well, she told me that she's taken me underneath her floor

She ought to hand you that emotions and you're to hot to hold

But once you get her she's under control

Under control under control

 

Me head go down, please hold to the ford

Policeman [please, man] [sound] way out of this

The boys make Lord, in beneath the big head window shade

She said, let down some [???] but you too hot to hold

[???] in her soul

She's a limestone woman but she’s hard as stone

She's a [???]

But she's under control, under control, under control

 

Well tombstone baby, rave on the night

Don't mind me brother, she said one more time

Don't mind the sister, she said once again

[???]

She don't need nobody to hold her hand

She said on [???], she sure [???]

Yes but [???] got to hold

Already been made but she [???]

Under control under control under control

Under control

Under control

Under control

 

Under Control. 196703>10

 

 

Ol' Roison The Beau (Traditional, arr. Bob Dylan)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

I've travelled all over this world and now to another I go

And I know I should find good quarters, a-waiting to welcome Le Beau

 

Welcome Ol' Roison Le Beau, to welcome Ol' Roison Le Beau

I know how good quarters are waitin' for to welcome Ol' Roison Le Beau

 

When I'm dead and laid out on the counter, a voice you'll hear from below

Sayin', send out a hogshead of whiskey to drink with Ol' Roison Le Beau

 

To drink with Ol' Roison Le Beau, to drink with Ol' Roison Le Beau

Sayin', Send out a hogshead of whiskey to drink with Ol' Roison Le Beau

 

Then get you half a dozen stout fellows, let them all stagger and go

And dig a great hole in the meadow and in it put Roison Le Beau

 

And in it put Roison Le Beau, and in it put Roison Le Beau

Go dig you a hole in the meadow and in it put Roison Le Beau

 

And get you a half dozen barrels, put water at me head and me toes

With a diamond ring scratched in upon it, the name of O'l Roison Le Beau

 

With the name of O'l Roison Le Beau, with the name of O'l Roison Le Beau

With a diamond ring scratch in upon it with the name of O'l Roison Le Beau

 

I hear that old tyrant approachin', that cruel remorseless foe

And I lift up me glass in his honor, take a drink with O'l  Roison Le Beau

 

Take a drink with O'l  Roison Le Beau, take a drink with O'l  Roison Le Beau

And lift up that glass in his honor, take a drink with O'l  Roison Le Beau

 

Ol' Roison The Beau. 196703>10

 

 

I'm Guilty Of Loving You (Bob Dylan)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Touch of your hand

And I find myself

On with this [???]

Shining out all over the land

Hey, hey, I'm guilty

I'm guilty of loving you

Hey, hey, I'm guilty of loving you

Oh, what can I do?

 

I'm Guilty Of Loving You. 196703>10

 

 

Cool Water (Bob Nolan)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

And I'm a fool

Each star's a pool of water, cool clear water

Follow, the dawn, I'll wake and yawn

And carry on to water

Cool, clear water

 

The shadows sway and seem to say

Tonight we pray for water

Cool, clear, water

And way up there, He'll hear our prayer

And show us where there's water

Cool, clear water

 

Keep a-movin', Dan, he's a poison, to him, Dan

He's a devil not a man and he spreads the burning sand with water

Hey, Dan, can't you see that big green tree

Where the water's running free

And it's waiting there for you and me

Cool, clear water

 

Dan's feet are sore, he's yearning for

Just one thing more than water

Cool, clear water

Like me, I guess, he'd like to rest

Where there's no quest for water

Cool, clear water

 

Cool Water. 196703>10

 

 

The Banks Of The Royal Canal = The Auld Triangle

 

The Auld Triangle (Brendan Behan)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

A hungry feelin' came o'er me stealin'

As the mice was squeelin' in my prison cell

And that auld triangle, oh, it jingle-jangle

All along the banks of the Royal Canal

 

To begin the morning with the water boilin'

Get out of bed, clean up your cell

And that auld triangle goes jingle-jangle

All along the banks of the Royal Canal

 

On a fine spring evenin', the lake lay dreamin'

The seagulls beamin' high above the wall

And that auld triangle goes jingle-jangle

All along the banks of the Royal Canal

 

The screw was peepin' and the lake lay sleepin'

As he lay there weepin' for his good gal Sal

And that auld triangle and jingle-jangle

All along the banks of the Royal Canal

 

In the female prison there are seventy women

And it's with all of them where I'd like to dwell

And that auld triangle would go jingle-jangle

All along the banks of the Royal Canal

 

Oh the day was dyin' and the lake was sighin'

As I lay cryin' in my prison cell

And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle

All along the banks of the Royal Canal

 

The Auld Triangle [The Banks Of The Royal Canal]. 196703>10

 

 

Poor Lazarus (Traditional)

First performed 29 July 1961, New York City, New York, Riverside Church

For full information see the main page for this song in  Volume 1

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Oh, well, the high sheriff

Told his deputy

Go out and bring me Lazarus

 

Oh, where the high sheriff

Told his deputy

Sayin', Go out and find me Lazarus

Find dead or alive...

 

VARIATIONS. See the main page for this song in Volume 1

 

Poor Lazarus. 196703>10

 

 

Johnny Todd (Traditional, arr. Bob Dylan)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home (Info Olof Björner) Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Johnny Todd he took a notion

For to cross the ocean wide

And he left his love behind him

Walkin' down by the Liverpool tide

 

For a week she wept with sorrows

Tore her hair and wrung her hands

Till she met another sailor

Walkin' down by the Liverpool sands

 

Why fair maid are you a-weeping

For your Johnny he's gone to sea

If you be with me tomorrow

I'll be by you constantly

 

I will buy you clothes and blankets

I'll buy you a wedding ring

You shall have a golden cradle

For to rock your baby in

 

Johnny Todd came home from sailin'

Sailin' on that ocean wide

And he found his fair and false one

Was another sailor's bride

 

Now, all you men who go a-sailing

For to fight the foreign foe

Better leave than leave a love like Johnny

Marry her before you go

 

Johnny Todd. 196703>10

 

 

Rock, Salt And Nails (Bruce Phillips)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home (Info Olof Björner. Sid Griffin) Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

On the banks of the river, where the willows hang down

Where the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound

Down in the hollow, where the water runs cold

It's there I first listened to the lies that you told

 

Now I lay on my bed and I see your sweet face

The past I remember, time cannot erase

The letters you wrote me were written in shame

And I know that your conscience still echoes my pain

 

Now the nights are so long, our sorrow runs deep

Nothing is worse than a night without sleep

I walk out alone, I look at the sky

Too empty to sing, too lonesome to cry

 

Now if the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies were thrushes

I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes

If the ladies were squirrels with them high bushy tails

I'd fill up my shotgun with rock, salt and nails

 

Rock, Salt And Nails. 196703>10

 

Confidential (Dolinda Morgan)

First performed 24 December 1956, St. Paul, Minnesota

For full information see the main page for this song in Volume 1

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Confidential as a baby's care

[??? rose] like a baby bare

Your love for me will always be

Confidential to me

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11 (The hidden track 22, disc 6)

 

Confidential as a mother’s prayer

Sentimental like a baby’s bare

Your love for me will always be confidential to me

 

Sentimental as a bumble bee

Southing and moving like a newborn melody

Your love for you will always be confidential to me

 

Confidential. 196703>10#1#2

 

 

2 Dollars And 99 Cents (Bob Dylan)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

All mine to come down, 2 dollars and 99 cents

All mine I go down, 2 dollars and 99 cents

And tomorrow, for two to go

Lord, lord, tomorrow people go

 

Don't wanted a two-dollar bill, 1 dollar 99 cents

You want 10 dollars, you want 2-dollar bills, 10 dollars and 99 cents

Hey, good night, had a lover, [she got a hole for the devil's son]

And I ain't got the bus we’ll keep it level

 

Do or die, man comes along and why, but why shouldn't I?

2 dollars and 99 cents, I have 2 dollars and 99 cents

 

Well, she walk up and asks how much is that mister, 2 dollars and 99 cents

Oh, you better go back and ask your sister, for 2 dollars and 99 cents, you better

Oh, but watch out, all this matter, 2 dollars and 99 cents

But why d' you keep my way with your [???] to pay a tens on

 

Do or die, why too much to cry

But why oh, why oh, why shouldn’t I?

 

2 Dollars And 99 Cents. 196703>10

 

 

Jelly Bean (Bob Dylan)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Oh, mama’s begging, mama, papa’s begging at the station

Well, my two dear brothers moaning and my mother’s [latitation]

Tom, pady, pady, rom pom

 

Well, now Molly don't you know

Molly don't you know [???]

Rom, dom, terry rom rom dom, radidadi rom dom

radidadi rom dom, rom, dom, dadi

 

[Once we collided] and she knows that I someday run

Pom radidadi rom dom, radi, dadi

You say I was at a girls having a party

Rom, dom, terry, dadi, rom rom dom

 

One half [thought] away, three times at my day

Anybody at my don’t know, Radidadi

On my [mother is] see my body that she know I’s longing

Please tell Molly if you see my baby come down

 

One in the morning and she's already upside down

One day morning fine

Once she past my baby [alright]

She's all ready when she's down

 

Now and if I want her I [wild]

Well, she believe's me and she knows I like a [???]

[Once she says] I go, anybody that might love me so

Anyway, you want me now

 

Jelly Bean. 196703>10

 

 

Any Time (Bob Dylan)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Well, any time at all

Honey why can't you?

Now when you time anytime I pay at all

Anytime you want it to

Well, any time baby time you not time long

You not want me to be your man

Any time at all like you, yes you could

Mama, but you know I can

Because the night time all I want is you honey you

Tell me more what can I say?

 

Now you can walk on the back of my shoes

Now anytime of day

Well, you can believe that I'll be your man

Yes, you can believe I want you too

Anytime at all that you understand

That you [mighty might] not know what to do

You know that you're mine

Yes, I do I, I know about the time

You can know it too

 

Now you might know but I know that it’s right

But that's all right for you

Well anytime that you know to go to bed

Honey, but you know what's best

Anytime later I just want my prime

But honey you know the rest

You know what I want to say

I don't know if you want for this

Anytime that you want me so

 

Now when you come on me and you know what I say...

 

Any Time. 196703>10

 

 

Down By The Station (Bob Dylan)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

When I was eased in Lorain and all I could find was myself

Why don't you going a while, she says [so well]

But I was young and ruthless

She looks I'll find my battle

She looks into time as many times I would [at times too]

 

Well, if I come she says, we meet down by the station

[With a mockingbird in her hand ??? singing

 

Down By The Station. 196703>10

 

 

Hallelujah, I've Just Been Moved (Traditional, arr. Bob Dylan)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Hallelujah, the water, Hallelujah, I’ve just been moved

[???] the water, Hallelujah, I’ve just been moved

 

[???] stand in the water, Hallelujah, I’ve just been moved

Looking by watch your daughter, Hallelujah, I’ve just been moved

Ain't it any wonder, Hallelujah, I’ve just been moved

[???] for laying asunder, Hallelujah, I’ve just been moved

Rainy days are fallin' down, Hallelujah, I just been moved

 

Hallelujah, look again

 

(wait wait)

 

Look again, look again, look again, look again

Hallelujah, I’ve just been moved

Look again, look again, look again, look again

Hallelujah, I’ve just been moved

Look again, look again, Look again, look again

Hallelujah, I’ve just been moved

Look again, look again, Look again, look again

Hallelujah, I’ve just been moved

Look again, look again, Look again, look again

Hallelujah, I’ve just been moved

 

Well, snow falls, stormy watеr, Hallelujah, I’ve just been moved

[???] watеr, Hallelujah, I’ve just been moved

[???] on my bended knees, [???] on my knees

Bended on my [???] knees and roll it on my knee

Look again, look again, look again, look again. look again

Hallelujah, I’ve just been moved

 

Well, I tempted [???], Hallelujah, I’ve just been moved

[??? lots is phony], Hallelujah, I’ve just been moved

[???], Is a comin' on along

[I look on all leads upon ???]

Look again, look again, look again, look again

Hallelujah, I’ve just been moved

 

Hallelujah, I've Just Been Moved. 196703>10

 

 

That's The Breaks (Bob Dylan)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

On my pillow last night, I thought I saw you dreaming

Just a sudden glance of happiness gone by, suddenly came to me, you see

Just a while ago when you left me, say your heart would be broken, little girl

But that's just the breaks of life when you're breaking me

 

Well, it's a time of day you're nice, but you're not that nice

If you'd only come and go a while with me

But when you're old and grey, sweetheart, you're my [???]

But that's the breaks of life, you see, that's the breaks

 

And, when I [someday reach down and breach your heart] and you know it ain't [right and] right

Honеy, you know it's true for a while what I say is only to [nigh] your appetitе

Well, in the morning when you come back and saw me, please and then be mine

You hang your head by the lonesome and then cry, cry please be mine

Cry and left head in my pillow and my great, great whole delight

Please, babe, [???], my darling, hold me, by my in the grave

But that's the breaks, you see, on the other side of life

 

Well, when your flowers are falling my way and your grace is all ado

When your head's down it's lonesome that way, you know, it's a hard way, might as well too

But when your picture's often cloudy, like your [???] on your waist

Oh, in my teardrops. don't you think that's a disgrace

 

Now you went away from me at midnight, broke my heart, and

Now it’s too late to cover all that up, you see

But when your future is hanging low, but it's always right down to be my wife

But that's the breaks on the other side of life

 

That's The Breaks. 196703>10

 

 

Pretty Mary (Bob Dylan)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Pretty Mary, pretty Mary, with the pink, white and gold

Will you tell me pretty Mary with ribbons of gold

But I'm coming with the midnight and the cold winds in twilight

And then a dream of the world of Pretty Mary

 

Pretty Mary, don't be lonely, pretty Mary, don't be cruel

You're my only destination and I'm coming to you

 

I’m been from the devil on my bed one year

She'll call them and backwards but you know [disappear]

Now the cold winds to the crossroads and the valleys go southwards

And I think you're good looking, pretty Mary

 

Pretty Mary, don't be lonesome, pretty Mary, don't be cruel

You're my only destination, I'm coming back to you

 

I wish that my whole life for the love is so real

How she come and get me down with the [???]

But I know it's all right if I bring you home tonight

I'll at least be with pretty Mary

 

Pretty Mary, don't be lonesome, pretty Mary, don't be cruel

You're my only destination and I'm coming home to you

 

Pretty Mary, don't be lonesome, pretty Mary, don't be cruel

You're my only destination, I'm coming home to you

I'm coming

 

Pretty Mary. 196703>10

 

Will The Circle Be Unbroken (A.P. Carter)

First performed May 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota

For full information see the main page for this song in  main page in Volume 1

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

I was standing in my [???], one hard, cold and cloudy day

When I saw the hearse come rolling for take my mother away

 

Will the circle be unbroken, by and by, Lord, by and by

There's a better home awaiting, in the sky, in the sky

 

There I followed close behind her, tried to hold up and be brave

But I could not hold my sorrow when they lowered her down in the grave

 

Will the circle be unbroken, by and by, Lord, by and by

There's a better home awaiting in the sky, in the sky

 

VARIATIONS. See the main page for this song in Volume 1

 

Will The Circle Be Unbroken. 196703>10

 

 

King Of France (Bob Dylan)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

They’re calling everybody about a plan to back all down to history

But when him he's waiting on the platform [???] he’s counting by money to go

but if he don’t know [where his money can’t pray down]

And he knows what it's all about

 

And when the King of France, a nobody’s friend, came to the USA

It was all agreed he was nobody's friend but the end was he had something to say

[And you know by tin by when is wet] and you know what is where to shout

You better stop [to invade this crazy land], and he knows what it's all about

 

Well, let me tell you a story about the King of France when he came to the USA

He was a [hungry ???] and waiting for you, saying he had something to say

Well, he opened his mouth and he [walked down] and the hungry people, they shout

Hear that man, the [tirant] of France, I guess he knew what it was all about

 

Honey, [                ???                  ],  tale for, while the well I tell you so

[      around through him was a [???] men,          [message through]

Well, let me tell you something I [            ???                 ] they shout

Well, I tell you plain [God knows best], and he knows what it's all about

 

[                                               ???                                                  ]

And down here you know the most of all] and I tell  you  [    ???    ]

[                              ???                              ], nobody to get out

Well, there was a time [???] was a crime, he knew what it was all about

 

King Of France. 196703>10

 

 

She's On My Mind Again (Bob Dylan)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Morning [rose] and dangle me

I'm [???] but she don't lost me

She's on my way she goes

Anyway she want to try

 

Won't me [stay] away too long

Hopin' to [bump] my head gone

And then all the way she goes

Happen in a fall

 

Raining's on my old man [hey-ha]

He tried so hard that [the loads] of my

Old dad is on my bail

And in the summertime

 

Molly loses all my pay

Now, please don't listen on [and ever gone straight]

She's on my mind, she's all

[Fading] for the morning time

 

Now, oh, when we go down as much

She's all [date I use] she stays in front

[???] on my [ball]

No, it is not morning time

 

Rainy time comes a once a year

She gotta hold me [photo] walking down my [???]

She's [morning] got my [???]

Ain't got a summertime

 

Well, rich man lost on a way to tonight

Along she comes, it's what [would be nice]

Shе's all dressed but she's all

Ready some old time

 

Now all my troubles and my [???]

Kitchen up, Molly [???]

She's all my [???]

I gotta pack it on the rainy sea

 

Oh, rain comes once upon a Tuesday morn

One time is easy but it's two time won

It's all [???]

Anybody but her knows

 

Yeah, once I'm awake I have been on my way

To come upon a [???]

She's on my mind, she's on

She's on my mind, you know

 

Now, when I [raced in from                 ???                    ]

At fourteenth avenue where everybody else goes down to see

What [            ???                      ]

[While it’s       ???            pots and pants]

 

Well, once they came in for the time of day

[It ought to throw   ???       he walked away

Bye, bye, doll, baby got my ball

Anyway, you wanna go

 

She's On My Mind Again. 196703>10

 

 

On A Rainy Afternoon (Bob Dylan, Robbie Robertson)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Don't imagine, her name or where she's gone

High tension, but she knows then what she's on

I know things and I've told you why

What she wrote about the thoughts she try

Don't I didn't I brought my darling [???]

I'm rolling it's a pretty afternoon

 

[Bet she’s on there] but she's on ahead

If I had money, she comes by looking for them

Now she comes and oh, she goes

But all time and nobody knows

But I tell you what, now get her close in there

At a road to on a rainy afternoon

 

Sweet thing, with something on her mind

But I see you, but she sure is hard to find

Now she goes, no, why she hollers

Bad, oh, bad but it's hard for dollars

I tell you again friend if you don't tell him that I tell you why

It's a [fony] on a rainy afternoon

 

VARIATIONS. See the main page for this song in Volume 7

 

On A Rainy Afternoon. 196703>10

 

 

I Can't Come In With A Broken Heart (Bob Dylan)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Well, I go get broke down

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Well, I go get broke down, before I bust down

Gotta get in without a broken heart, well

Get a hometown before a low down

Before my guilt is [hard ???]

 

Well, every single morning

I can't take it no more

 

Well, if you with a heartache

Go down baby

She don't care about that us apart

Well, she gonna have them, but she won't invite me

But I can't come in with a broken heart

 

I hold down, can't come down

Can’t come in without a broken heart

Wеll, you cheated, showed hеr down

But I don't come around

Oh, when she'll [take it] tear us apart

 

I Can't Come In With A Broken Heart. 196703>10

 

 

Northern Claim (Bob Dylan)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Once, I took a first did any reading on a [travelling] charge

Calling to darling and southern barge

Well, it's hard to make my getaway when pouring rain

Left myself inside the northern claim

 

Northern claim, such sound of rain

Northern claim

Now all my life depends on a man of my dependence on a Northern claim

 

Well, I was found myself an ocean with a ten dollars fly

And the tombstone ladies looking passed on by

Well, it's bodies a-coming and my drive mobile

And I spend bullets flying, I rob, murder or steal

 

And it was northern claim, [claimed by] the sound of rain

Northern claim, suicidal rain

Well it don't matter what you, don't matter, just a Southern claim

 

Northern Claim. 196703>10

 

 

Love Is Only Mine (Bob Dylan)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Sun on [rise up], make my home in

When my booze jazz above, it ain't got it all

Love on the road is, love, oh, love is only mine

 

Lonely [fair leaf] maybe waiting, way on my shoulder

[Think this fellow] is mine

All and only love is only mine

 

Well, it's a long, long way to the ocean

When your love, it don't treat you right

I my devotion is a lonely, lonely place

 

[She is lonely] isn't right

And it's on my window tonight

Lonely dreams come get your, by past my window tonight

 

Love Is Only Mine. 196703>10

 

 

Silhouettes (Bob Crewe, Frank C. Slay)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Took a waltzing late last night, late last night

Took a waltzing [took them all], I was tight

When my baby rang the door, I'll come trough

[What] you do, I'll be here for you

 

[Watch your feet and watch your toes], [   ???   from]

[Was it     ???       ] yes, I will, you [bum]

Do you want to stand by], silhouettes on the shade

[Yes, I think they made], silhouettes on the shade

 

Lost my control and rang your bell, I was so [???]

[Left you here, don’t know else I be down control

Wasn't I surprised to had sight at two silhouettes on the shade

Just,just do something to me

Silhouettes, silhouettes

Silhouettes, silhouettes

Silhouettes, silhouettes

Silhouettes, silhouettes

Silhouettes, silhouettes

Silhouettes, silhouettes

Silhouettes, silhouettes

Silhouettes, silhouettes

Silhouettеs, silhouettes

Silhouettеs, silhouettes

Silhouettes, silhouettes

Silhouettes, silhouettes

Silhouettes, silhouettes

Silhouettes, silhouettes

Silhouettes, silhouettes

Silhouettes, silhouettes

Silhouettes, silhouettes

Silhouettes, silhouettes

Silhouettes, silhouettes

Silhouettes, silhouettes

 

Silhouettes. 196703>10

 

 

Bring It On Home (Bob Dylan)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

(Got that one on the machine)

(Come on home baby)

Get it on

Hey Richard, Richard sing a verse

Sing a verse

(What's the song)

Any song man. Sing a verse

(Well, I can't, I can't...)

 

Get it on home, get it on home, home, home, bring it on, bring it on home, bring it on home

 

Bring it on home, bring it on home, bring it on home, bring it on home, bring it on home

Bring it on home, bring it on home, bring it on home, bring it on home, bring it on home

 

Well, bring it down [ this awesome town ] (Bring it on home)

Bring it on [this awesome town] (Bring it on home)

[Laughs]

Bring it on [this awesome town] (Bring it on home)

Bring it on home, bring it on home, bring it on home, bring it on home, bring it on home

 

Well, two big [piler] in the book and a hot rod for the train

Train, train, train. train, train, train, train, train, train, train....

[Get the train come home, home, home    ???       ]

 

Bring It On Home. 196703>10

 

Come All You Fair And Tender Ladies (Traditional)

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

For full information see the main page for this song in  main page in Volume 1

 

March-May 1967, Red Room, Byrdcliffe, New York, Bob Dylan's Home. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

                   how you treat your men

They're like a star on a summer morning

They'll first appear and then they are gone

 

I wish I've had known before I courted

I'd have told that you know about it all

I have lost my heart in a burst of [???]

 

But I'm not a little sparrow

So that I must [  ???  ] instead

Dsjee, dsjee, dsjee dsjee, dsjee, dsjee

 

5 March 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 6th SRS, released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

Come all you fair and tender ladies, take warning how you court your men

They're like a star on a summer morning, at first they appear and then they're gone

 

I wish I'd known before I courted, I would have courted me none

I'd locked my heart in a box of golden, and fastened it up with a safety pin

 

Oh, come all you fair and tender ladies, take a warning how you court your men

They're like a star on a summer morning, they first appear and then they're gone

 

I wish I was a little sparrow and I had wings and I could fly

I'd fly away to my false true lover and when she spoke, I would deny

 

Come all ye fair and tender ladies, take warning how you court your men

They're like a star on a summer morning, at first they appear, then they're gone

 

Oh, wait, don't you remember our days of courting, when you lay your head upon my breast

You could make me believe by the telling of your mouth that the sun rose in the west

 

Oh, come all ye fair and tender ladies, take a warning how you court your men

They're like a star on a summer morning, at first they appear and then they're gone

 

I wish I was a little sparrow, but I am not and I can't fly

So sit right here and wheep in sorrow, and try to pass all my troubles by

 

Come all ye fair and you tender ladies, take warning how you court your men

They're like a star on a summer morning, at first they appear and then they're gone

At first they appear and then they're gone. At first they appear and then they're gone

 

Come All You Fair And Tender Ladies. 196703>10, 19700305

 

 

Catfish Blues [Rumored song] (Writer unknown)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

 

I'm So Glad About It [Rumored song] (Writer unknown)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

 

Josey Wales [Rumored song] (Writer unknown)

Writer unknown. First performed March - October 1967

 

 

Lesita (Jesita) Marolla [Rumored song] (Writer unknown)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

 

Mona Marola [Rumored song](Writer unknown)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

 

I Am For You, Baby [Rumored song] (Writer unknown)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

 

On The Avenue [Rumored song] (Bob Dylan)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

Work With Me, Annie [Rumored song] (Henry Ballard)

First performed March-May 1967 Big Pink’s Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

 

I'm Sorry Too (Bob Dylan)

1967 – 1968. Lyrics In Bob Dylan Archive, Tulsa, Oklahoma

 

 

All Secrets Are Safe With Me (Bob Dylan)

1967 – 1968. Lyrics In Bob Dylan Archive, Tulsa, Oklahoma

 

 

Eskimo Woman (Bob Dylan)

1967 – 1968. Lyrics In Bob Dylan Archive, Tulsa, Oklahoma

 

 

False Bottom (Bob Dylan)

1967 – 1968. Lyrics In Bob Dylan Archive, Tulsa, Oklahoma

 

 

Golden Gate, (Bob Dylan)

1967 – 1968. Lyrics In Bob Dylan Archive, Tulsa, Oklahoma

 

 

Beggar's Kingdom (Bob Dylan)

1967 – 1968. Lyrics In Bob Dylan Archive, Tulsa, Oklahoma

 

 

80 Cousins (Bob Dylan)

1967 – 1968. Lyrics In Bob Dylan Archive, Tulsa, Oklahoma

 

 

I Just Hate To Quit (Bob Dylan)

1967 – 1968. Lyrics In Bob Dylan Archive, Tulsa, Oklahoma

 

 

I'll Tell A Joke For You (Bob Dylan)

1967 – 1968. Lyrics In Bob Dylan Archive, Tulsa, Oklahoma

 

 

Letter In The Mail (Bob Dylan)

1967 – 1968. Lyrics In Bob Dylan Archive, Tulsa, Oklahoma

 

 

No Particular Length Of Time (Bob Dylan)

1967 – 1968. Lyrics In Bob Dylan Archive, Tulsa, Oklahoma

 

 

The Red Door (Bob Dylan)

1967 – 1968. Lyrics In Bob Dylan Archive, Tulsa, Oklahoma

 

 

Somebody Like Me (Bob Dylan)

1967 – 1968. Lyrics In Bob Dylan Archive, Tulsa, Oklahoma

 

 

Belshazzar (Johnny Cash)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. #1 and #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

#1

Well, the bible tells us over man

Who ruled Babylon and all it's land

Around the city, he...

 

#2

Well, the bible tells us about a man

Who ruled Babylon and all it's land

Around the city, he built a wall

Declared that Babylon would never fall

 

He had concubines and wives

He called his Babylon Paradise

On his throne he drank and ate

But for Belshazzar it was getting late

 

He was weighed in the balance and found wanting

His kingdom was divided, it could not stand

He was weighed in the balance and found wanting

His houses were built upon the sand

 

Well, the people feasted and drank their wine

Praised the false gods of their time

Holy things they scorned and mocked

Suddenly all their mocking stopped

 

For on the wall, there appeared a hand

Nothing else, there was no man

In blood the hand began to write

And Belshezzar, he began to fright

 

He was weighed in the balance and found wanting

His kingdom is divided, it cannot stand

He was weighed in the balance and found wanting

His houses were built upon the sand

 

Well, no one around could understand

Just what was written by this mystic hand

Belshazzar tried but couldn't find

A man that give him any peace of mind

 

Danial the prophet, a man of God

He saw the writing on the wall in blood

Belshazzar asked him what it said

And Daniel turned to the wall and read

 

You are weighed in the balance and found wanting

Your kingdom is divided, it cannot stand

You are weighed in the balance and found wanting

Your houses are built upon the sand

 

Belshazzar. 196703>10#1#2

 

 

I Forgot To Remember To Forget (Charlie Feathers, Stanley Kesler.)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

I forgot to remember to forget her

I can't seem to get her off my mind

I thought I'd never miss her

But I found out somehow

I think about her almost all the time

 

The day she went away

I made myself a promise

That I'm to forget we ever met

Oh, but something sure is wrong

'Cause I'm so blue and lonely

I forgot to remember to forget

 

Well, the day she went away

I made myself a promise

That I would soon forget the day we met

Well, something sure is wrong

'Cause I'm so blue and lonely

I forgot to remember to forget

 

VARIATIONS I Forgot To Remember To Forget. Compared with the take released on The Bootleg Series Volume 10, recorded May-October 1967, The Basement Tapes

 

I forgot to remember to forget her

I can't seem to get her off my mind

     I can't seem to get her off of my mind                                                                 5 Jun 1970, NMRS#1, BD1970-3-16

I thought I'd never miss her

But I found out somehow, I think about her almost all the time

 

The day she went away

I made myself a promise

That I'm to forget we ever met

     That I'd soon forget we ever met                                                                          5 Jun 1970, NMRS#1, BD1970-3-16

Oh, but something sure is wrong

     Well, but something sure is wrong                                                                       5 Jun 1970, NMRS#1, BD1970-3-16

'Cause I'm so blue and lonely, I forgot to remember to forget

 

     I, when I'm cuddled up dancing with another                                                     5 Jun 1970, NMRS#1, BD1970-3-16

          When I'm cuddled up dancing with another                                                  5 Jun 1970, NMRS#2, BD1970-3-17

     Soft music and romance fill the air                                                                       5 Jun 1970, NMRS#1, BD1970-3-16

     I think that I'm in heaven but before the dance is through                               5 Jun 1970, NMRS#1, BD1970-3-16

     I find myself pretending that she's there                                                             5 Jun 1970, NMRS#1, BD1970-3-16

 

Well, the day she went away

     The day she went away                                                                                         5 Jun 1970, NMRS#1, BD1970-3-16

I made myself a promise

That I would soon forget the day we met

     That I'd soon forget we'd ever met                                                                       5 Jun 1970, NMRS#1, BD1970-3-16

Well, something sure is wrong

     Well, but something sure is wrong                                                                       5 Jun 1970, NMRS#1, BD1970-3-16

'Cause I'm so blue and lonely, I forgot to remember to forget

 

I Forgot To Remember To Forget. 196703>10

 

 

You Win Again (Hank Williams)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

                             all over town

That you've been seen, a-runnin' 'round

I know that I should leave but then

I just can't go, you win again

 

This heart of mine could never see

What everybody knew but me

Just trustin' you was my great sin

What can I do, you win again

 

I'm sorry for your victim now

Ah, soon his head like mine will bow

Yes, he give his heart but all in vain

As some they say, you win again

 

You have no heart, you have no shame

You take too long and give the blame

I guess that I should not complain

I love you still, you win again

 

You Win Again. 196703>10

 

 

Still In Town (Hank Cochran, Harlan Howard)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

To love you still, and have you not will destroy me in time

So I'm goin' away, where nobody knows me and get you off my mind

I've packed my things a dozen times, but unpack is all I do

Yes I'm still in town, I'm still around and still in love with you

 

I made it to the edge of town but turned around

And I made it to the bridge downtown, but my nerve let me down

I try to go, but how can I leave when all roads lead back to you

Yes, I'm still in town, still around and still in love with you

 

I made it to the edge of town, but turned around

I made it to the bridge downtown, but my nerve let me down

I try to go, but how can I leave when all roads lead to you

Yes, I'm still in town, still around, still in love with you

 

I made it to the edge of town, but turned around

I made it to the bridge downtown, but my nerve let me down

I try to go, but how can I leave when all roads lead to you

Yes, I'm still in town, still around, still in love with you

 

Still In Town. 196703>10

 

 

Waltzing With Sin (Sonny Burns, and Red Hayes)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. #1 and #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Someday you'll find that the world’s left you out

No true love, no nothing, just roaming about

Parties and people and a cold heart within

And each time you're dancing, you're waltzing with sin

 

You’re Satan made over in perfect disguise

Unfaithful, unworthy and oh, so unwise

I pity the heart of the next guy you win

Like me, you'll be losing, while waltzing with sin

 

VARIATIONS Waltzing With Sin. Compared with #1

 

Someday you'll find that the world’s left you out

No true love, no nothing, just roaming about

Parties and people and a cold heart within

     Well, parties and people                                                                                       March-oct 1967, Basement Tapes #2

And each time you're dancing, you're waltzing with sin

 

You’re Satan made over in perfect disguise

Unfaithful, unworthy and oh, so unwise

I pity the heart of the next guy you win

Like me, you'll be losing, while waltzing with sin

 

Waltzing With Sin. 196703>10

 

Big River (Johnny Cash)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

Take numbers used on The 50th anniversary Collection 1969 don’t match with those used in Still On The Road for the duets with Johnny Cash. The Columbia/Sony take numbers are $, Still on the Road take numbers are #

 

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

 

Well, I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry

And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky

But the tears I shed for that woman are gonna flood you Big River

And I'm gonna sit right here until I die

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry

Showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky

But the tears I shed for that woman are gonna flood you Big River

And I'm gonna sit right here until I die

 

Well, I met her accidentally in St. Paul, Minnesota

And she tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl

And I heard my dream went back downstream cavortin' in Davenport

And I followed you, Big River, when you called

 

Well, then you took me all down to St. Louis later on, down the river

A freighter said she's been here, but she's gone, boy, she's gone

Well, I found her trail in Memphis, but she just walked up the block

She raised a few eyebrows and then she walked down alone

 

Ah, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, rollin' on

Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans

Go on I've had enough, let my blues down in the Gulf

She loves you Big River more than me

 

18 February 1969, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio, 4th Nashville Skyline Session, #2($1)

Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 15-2

 

Duet Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash

 

Now, I taught the weeping willow how to cry

Then I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky

But the tears I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River

And I'm gonna sit right here until I die

 

(I met her accidentally in St. Paul, Minnesota)

(And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl)

(And then I heard my dream went back downstream cavortin' in Davenport)

(And I followed you, Big River, when you called)

 

Then you took me all down to St. Louis later on, down the river

A freighter said she's been here, but she's gone, boy, she's gone

I found her trail in Memphis, but she just walked up the block

She raised a few eyebrows and went on down alone

 

Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, rollin' on

(both) Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans

(both) Go on I've had enough, let my blues down in the Gulf

(both) She loves you Big River more than me

 

(both) Now, I taught the weeping willow how to cry

(both) Then I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky

(both) And the tears I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River

(both) And I'm gonna sit right here until I die

 

18 February 1969, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio, 4th Nashville Skyline Session, $2

Released on The 50th anniversary Collection 1969-2-6

 

Duet Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash

 

Now, I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry

I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky

But the tears I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River

And I'm gonna sit right here until I die

 

(both) I met her accidentally in St. Paul, Minnesota

(both) And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl

(both) Then I heard my dream went back downstream cavortin' in Davenport

(both) And I followed you, Big River, when you called

 

(both) Then you took to St. Louis later on, down the river

(both) A freighter said she's been here, but she's gone, boy, she's gone

(both) I found her trail in Memphis, but she just walked up the block

(both) She raised a few eyebrows and went on down alone

 

Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, rollin' on

Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans

Go on I've had enough, left my blues down in the Gulf

She loves you Big River more than me

 

(both) Now, I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry

(both) I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky

(both) And the tears I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River

(both) And I'm gonna sit right here until I die

 

Big River. 196703>10#1#2, 19690218#2($1)#?($2), 19760303

 

 

Folsom Prison Blues (Johnny Cash)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Well, I hear that train a-coming, coming round the bend

I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when

But I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, time keeps dragging on

And that train keeps up rolling, down, down to San Antone

 

Well, when I was just a baby, mamma told me, Son

Always be a good boy, don't fool around with guns

But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die

When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry

 

Well, I bet there's rich folks eating in fancy dining cars

I bet they're drinking coffee and smoking big cigars

Well, that I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, I know I can't be free

But those people keep a-moving, and that's what tortures me

 

Well, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine

You bet I'll moved it on down, down a little down the line

Oh, far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay

While I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away

 

VARIATIONS Folsom Prison Blues. Compared with the version released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11, recorded May-October 1967

 

Well, I hear that train a-coming, coming round the bend

     I hear that train a-rolling, it's rolling round the bend                                                         3 May 1969, SPRS, BS15-3

I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when

But I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, time keeps dragging on

     I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, time keeps dragging on                                                        3 May 1969, SPRS, BS15-3

And that train keeps up rolling, down, down to San Antone

     But I hear that whistle blowing all down to San Antone                                                   3 May 1969, SPRS, BS15-3

 

Well, when I was just a baby, mamma told me, Son

     Well, when I was just a baby, my mamma told me, son                                                  3 May 1969, SPRS, BS15-3

Always be a good boy, don't fool around with guns

     Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns                                                             3 May 1969, SPRS, BS15-3

But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die

When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry

 

Well, I bet there's rich folks eating in fancy dining cars

     Well, I bet there's rich folks eating in them fancy dining cars                                         3 May 1969, SPRS, BS15-3

I bet they're drinking coffee and smoking big cigars

     They're probably drinking coffee, smoking big cigars                                                      3 May 1969, SPRS, BS15-3

Well, that I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, I know I can't be free

     Well, I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free                                                          3 May 1969, SPRS, BS15-3

But those people keep a-moving, and that's what tortures me

 

Well, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine

     If they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine                                    3 May 1969, SPRS, BS15-3

You bet I'll moved it on down, down a little down the line

     You bet I'll moved it on a little further down the line                                                         3 May 1969, SPRS, BS15-3

Oh, far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay

     Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I 'long to stay                                                        3 May 1969, SPRS, BS15-3

While I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away

     And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away                                                    3 May 1969, SPRS, BS15-3

 

Folsom Prison Blues. 196703>10

 

 

Bells of Rhymny (Idris Davies, arr. Pete Seeger)

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

For full information see the main page for this song in  Volume 1

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Oh, what will you give me?

Say the sad bells of Rhymney

Is there hope for the future?

Say the brown bells of Merthyr

 

Who made the mine owner?

Say the black bells of Rhondda

And who robbed the miner?

Say the big bells of Blaina

They will plunder willy-nilly

Say the bells of Caerphilly

They have fangs, they have teeth

Shout the loud bells of Neath

 

Even God is uneasy

Say the moist bells of Swansea

And what will you give me?

Say the bad bells of Rhymney

Throw the vandals in court

Say the bells of Newport

All would be well, if, if, if, if, if

Say the green bells of Cardiff

 

Why so worried, sisters, why?

Say the silver bells of Wye

And what will you give me?

Say the bad bells of Rhymney

 

VARIATIONS. See the main page for this song in Volume 1

 

Bells of Rhymny. 196703>10

 

 

I'm A Fool For You (Bob Dylan)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. #1 and #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

#1

Well, it's all right in my heart but I can't slumber

And it's too high for me to count, I can't get the number

I'm a fool for you, yes, I'm a fool for you

 

Well, you here my celebrate all it's story

But they're all to vain for me all they want is glory

I'm a fool for you, I'm a fool for you

 

#2

I'm a fool for you. Well, it’s lonely...(No F)

 

Lonely back my days, how can I believe?

And it's all in my heart but I just can’t receive

Yes, when you're here it's crazy down in love riding all around

It's the rain it come down like on me, well it's underground

I'm a fool for you, oh, yes, I'm, I'm a fool for you

 

Well, it's lonely in my days but I just don’t believe

And it’s too hard in my pride but I can't receive

Oh, hear me now, when I come back when I don’t make my return

Every heart shall rise, everything shall burn

Yes, I'm a fool for you, I'm a fool for you

 

I'm A Fool For You. 196703>10

 

 

Tupelo (John Lee Hooker)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

All of you, have you?

Have all the children a-cryin' in the streets

All a-crying', heard about the flood

Ain't nobody gonna tell you about it

 

Yes, it was just a little country town

Out in Mississippi

That's M, I, M, I, S, S, I, S, S, I, P, P, I

Mississippi

 

Everybody expected the flood

But nobody knew what happened

I's just a little boy at the time

Twenty-two years old

 

I's just walking around when the flood started

Mindin' my own business

Attending my cows

Didn't have no sheep down in Mississippi

 

That's M,   M,   M I,   M I S S,   M I S S I P P I

Big flood. Ever long time ago

I remember it well

I was there

 

I was there but I didn't wanna be there

Tupelo. Tupelo Mississippi

That's T,   T U,   T U O, Tupelo, Tupelo

Big flood. Terrible

 

Tupelo. 196703>10

 

 

Kickin' My Dog Around (Traditional, arr. Bob Dylan)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Every time I go to town

The boys keep kickin' my dog around

Don't know why I'm goin' to town

I don't know why they kick my dog around

 

Let me hear you now

 

(Dog, dog, dog)

(Dog, dog, dog)

(Dog, dog, dog)

(Why, why, why)

 

That's right. Do that again

 

(Why, why, why)

(Why, why, why)

(Why, why, why)

(Dog, dog, dog)

(Dog, dog, dog)

 

Every time I go to town

The boys keep kickin' my dog around

(Why, why, why)

I don't know why I'm go to town

I don't know why they kickin' my dog around

 

(Dog, dog, dog) Yes, yes, yes

(Why, why, why) Oh-ho

(Dog, dog, dog) Why, why, why

(Why, why, why) Dog around

 

Every time I go and get a meal

I can see the boys they're plannin' to steal

(Bark, bark, bark)

While that dog he's waggin' his tail

He helps me pick up the mornin' mail

 

(Bark, bark, bark)

 

Every time I go to town

The boys keep kickin' my dog around

(Kick, kick, kick)

I don't know why they kick my dog around

I just keep going to town

(Bark, bark, bark) I don't know why

 

(Why, why, why) I don't know bark

(Bark, bark, bark) I don't know why

(Barke, bark, bark) Barke, bark, bark

(kwaq, kwaq, kwaq) Duck, duck, duck

(Duck, do the duck) Pig, pig, pig

(Pig, pig, pig) Duck, dug, dug

(Bark bark, bark) Dig, dig, dig

 

Kickin' My Dog Around. 196703>10

 

 

See You Later Allen Ginsberg (Bob Dylan, Bobby Charles)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. #1 and #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

#1

After a while, crocodile

(In a while, crocodile)

Allen Ginsberg later gator

(See you later, Allen Ginsberg)

Later later, Allen Ginsberg

(See you while, alli-crile)

Allen Ginsberg, later, later

(Later, later on the Nile)

Allen Ginsberg after 'while

(See you later in a few miles)

Allen Ginsberg, Allen Ginsberg

(See you later, crocogator)

Allen Ginsberg after 'while

(See you later, crocogator)

 

#2

See you later alligator

(Alligator, alligator)

After a while crocodile

(Crocodile, crocodile)

See you, later alligator

(Crocowhile alligator)

After a while crocodile

 

Crocogator, crocogator

(Alli-crile alli-crile)

Allen Ginsberg

Allen Ginsberg, Allen Ginsberg

Allen Ginsberg after a while

Allen Ginsberg, Allen Ginsberg

Allen Ginsberg after a while

Allen Ginsberg, Allen Ginsberg

 

See You Later Allen Ginsberg. 196703>10

 

 

Tiny Montgomery (Bob Dylan)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Well you can tell ev’rybody down in ol’ Frisco

Tell ’em Tiny Montgomery says hello

 

Now ev’ry boy and girl’s gonna get their bang

’Cause Tiny Montgomery’s gonna shake that thing

Tell ev’rybody down in ol’ Frisco

That Tiny Montgomery’s comin’ down to say hello

 

Skinny Moo and T-Bone Frank

They’re all gonna take on down by the bounty bank

One bird book and a buzzard and a crow

Tell ’em all that Tiny’s gonna say hello

 

Scratch your dad, do that bird

Suck that pig and bring it on home

Pick that dream and lose that dough

Tell ’em all that Tiny says hello

 

Now he’s king of the drunks an’ he squeezes, too

Watch out, Lester, take it, Lou

Join the monks, the C.I.O

Tell ’em all that Tiny Montgomery says hello

 

Now grease that gig and play it blank

Tell 'em to go on out and gas that dog

Trick on in, flower that smoke

Take it on down, begin to grow

 

Now play that low and pick it up

Take it on in in a bowled cup

Three-legged men and a hot-lipped hoe

Tell 'em all Montgomery says hello

 

Well you can tell ev’rybody down in ol’ Frisco

Tell ’em all that Montgomery says hello

 

Tiny Montgomery. 196703>10

 

 

Big Dog (Bob Dylan)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Sittin' on a hole, don't wanna try to please me

Every time you try to squeeze me

I know you try to tease me, on an on

Big dog, won't you please come home

(You big dog, big dog)

 

Big Dog. 196703>10

 

 

I'm Your Teenage Prayer (Bob Dylan)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. #1 and #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

#1

Take a look at me baby

I am a teenage prayer

When it’s tiny all the time

All you got to do is pray…

 

#2

(Take a look at me babe)

Good, go 'head

(I'm your teenage prayer)

 

Take a look at me, baby (Take a look at me, baby)

I am your teenage prayer (Yes, I'm your teenage prayer)

Take a look at me, baby (Just take a look over here at me baby)

I am your teenage prayer (I'm your teenage prayer)

 

Take a look and when it's cloudy all the time

All you gotta do is say you're mine

I come runnin' anywhere

Take a look at me, baby (Just take a look at me, baby)

I'm your teenage prayer

 

Take a look at me, baby

I'm your teenage dream (Dream, dream, scheme)

Take a look at me, baby

I'm your teenage dream (Yes and I'm a dream)

When it's rainin' in your heart

Just come to me and start

Tell me how I do and cheer

Oh, just come and take a look at me, baby

I'm your teenage prayer

 

Well, oh, let it rain

For any dime just come and see my face

Any time you just got to read my lines

I won't give you any disgrace

Oh, no

 

Take a look at me, baby (Just take a look over here at me baby)

I'm your teenage prayer (Take a look at me, baby, I'm a teenage prayer)

Come and take a look at me, baby (Yes, take a look over here baby)

I'm your teenage prayer ('Cause I'm your teenage prayer)

 

When it's cloudy all the time

All you gotta do is say you're mine

I come runnin' anywhere

Take a look at me, baby (Take a look at me, baby)

I'm your teenage prayer (Prayer, hair, where)

 

Yes, I'm your teenage prayer

You might think I'm not

Somebody might think I'm nowhere

But I'm here to tell you I'm your teenage prayer

 

I know what you need

I can feel it in my bones

And I feel it on my throne

You're my teenage prayer

 

Any day any night

You just come to me when you're in fright

And I'm your teenage prayer

 

Take a look at me, baby (Just take a look at me, baby)

I'm your teenage prayer (You know I'm your teenage prayer, baby)

Take a look at me, baby (Take a look at my hair, baby)

I'm your teenage prayer (I'm the teenage pair)

 

When it's cloudy all the time

All you gotta do is say you're mine

'Cause, I come runnin' to you anywhere

Oh, yeah, oh you're so real

Take a look at me baby

I'm your teenage prayer

 

I'm Your Teenage Prayer. 196703>10

 

 

Four Strong Winds (Ian Tyson)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Four strong winds that blow lonely

Seven seas that run high

All these things that won't change come what may

But the good times all are gone

And I'm bound for movin' on

I'll look for you if you ever come this way

 

Think I'll go out to Alberta

Where there's good there in the fall

Got some friends that I can go workin' for

Guess I'll make you change your mind

If I ask you one more time

But we've been through that a hundred times or more

 

Four strong winds that blow lonely

Seven seas that run high

All these things that don't change come what may

But the good times are all gone

And I'm bound for movin' on

I'll look for you if you ever come this way

 

Hmmm... [a lot of rain]]

Down a lonely [Down along] [???]

And the wind that [???]

But by then it would be springtime

Ain't too much for you to do

So, I see you when I pass this way again

 

Four strong winds that blow lonely

Seven seas that run high

All these things that won't change come what may

But the good times are all gone

And I'm bound for movin' on

I'll look for you if you ever pass this way

 

Four Strong Winds. 196703>10

 

 

The French Girl (Ian Tyson and Sylvia Fricker)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. #1 and #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

#1

On slim hands waiting

Flash bright in candlelight, till Sunday's early morn

We found her room that rainy morning

She took my hand through winding roads and led me home

 

Some red French wine, when later waiting

Into her hideaway, she smiled and combed her hair

We talked of all, we talked of nothing

I left with promises to meet, she told me where

 

Oh, but she laughed each time I asked her name

Made promises to meet again

But her friends down at the French café

Had no English words for me

 

So, you may find [above] the border

A girl with silver rings...

 

#2

Three silver rings...

 

Three silver rings on slim hands waiting

Flash bright in candlelight till Sunday's early morn

We found her room that rainy morning

She took my hand through winding roads and led me home

 

Some red French wine, when later waiting

In her warm hideaway, she smiled and combed her hair

We talked of all, we talked of nothing

I left with promises to meet, she told me where

 

Oh, but she laughed each time I asked her name

Made promises, they're all in vain

But her friends down at the French café

Had no English words for me

 

So, you may find above the border

A girl with silver rings, I never knew her name

You're bound to lose, she's too much for you

She'll leave you lost some rainy morn, you won't be the same

You won't be the same

 

The French Girl. 196703>10#1#2

 

 

Joshua Gone Barbados (Eric von Schmidt)

First performed May 1964, Sarasota, Florida

For full information see the main page for this song in  Volume 4

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Cane standing in the fields getting old and red

Lots of misery in Georgetown, three men lying dead

Joshua, head of the government, said, strike for better pay

Cane cutters are striking, Joshua gone away

Joshua gone Barbados, just like he don't know

People on this island, they got nowhere to go

 

Down, down, down in the city, you can hear how the women bawl

Joshua gone Barbados, he don't care at all

 

Sonny Child the overseer, I swear he's an ignorant man

Walking through the cane field, pistol in his hand

[???] crossed the strikers, [???]

Everybody end in jail, strike be all in vain

Joshua gone Barbados, just like he don't know

People on the St. Vincent, got no place to go

 

(That's enough, it's a very long song)

 

VARIATIONS. See the main page for this song in Volume 4

 

Joshua Gone Barbados. 196703>10

 

 

I'm In The Mood (John Lee Hooker)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

I'm in the mood baby, I'm in the mood for love

I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood for love

I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood for love

 

Well, I thought, I thought you been told you came when your daddy calls

Yes, I know next thing I have to tell you if you ever, ever call for me in the mood I'm in

 

I'm in the mood for love, I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood for love

Oh yes, I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood for love (He's in the mood)

Yes, yes, yes, I’m in the mood (He's in the mood, he’s in the mood)

 

I'm In The Mood. 196703>10

 

 

Baby Ain't That Fine (Dallas Frazier)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

The birds are going to be singing

The bells are golden chimes

The sun is going to be shining

Before this [???] of mine

 

Baby ain't that fine, baby ain't that fine

Baby ain't that fine, baby ain't that fine

 

Hey, la, la, la

Baby ain't that fine, baby ain't that fine

 

I get a little bit tingle up and down my spine

My head get thrills every time you say you're mine

You're gonna be my baby, I'm a-gonna be your guy

We're gonna cook some lovin', it's a-gonna sizzle and fry

 

Baby ain't that fine, baby ain't that fine

Baby ain't that fine, baby ain't that fine

 

Baby Ain't That Fine. 196703>10

 

 

A Fool Such As I (William Trader)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Pardon me if I'm sentimental when we say goodbye

Don't be angry with me, should I cry

When you're gone, yet I dream a little dream as years go by

Now and then there's a fool such as I

 

Now and then there's a fool, such as I am over you

You taught me how to love and now you say that we are through

I am a fool, but I love you dear, until the day I die

Now and then there's a fool such as I

 

Pardon me if I'm sentimental when we say goodbye

Don't be angry with me if I should cry

When you're gone, I dream a little dream as years go by

[Marchin' on], now and then there's a fool such as I

 

Now and then there's a fool, such as I fall for you

You taught me how to love and now you say that we are through

I'm a fool, but I love you dear, until the day I die

Now and then there's a fool such as I

 

26 April1969, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio, 2nd Selfportrait session, released on Dylan (A Fool Such As I)

 

Now and then there's a fool such as I

 

Pardon me if I'm sentimental when we say goodbye

Don't be angry, don't be angry with me, should I cry

When you're gone, I will dream a little dream as years go by

Now and then there's a fool, a fool such as I

 

Now and then there's a fool, such as I am over you

You taught me how to love and now you say that we are through

I am a fool, but I love you dear, yes I will, until the day I die

Now and then there's a fool such as I

 

Pardon me, pardon me if I'm sentimental when we say goodbye

Don't be angry, don't be angry with me should I cry

When you're gone, when you're gone I will dream a little, I will dream as years go by

Now and then, now and then there's a fool, a fool such as I

 

Now and then there's a fool, a fool such as I am over you

You taught me how to love and now you say that we are through

I'm a fool, yes but I love you dear, I love you dear until the day, till the day I die

Now and then, now and then there's a fool, a fool such as I

 

Now and then there's a fool, a fool such as I

Now and then there's a fool such as I

 

A Fool Such As I. 196703>10, 19690426

 

 

Song For Canada (Ian Tyson and Sylvia Fricker)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

How come we can't talk to each other anymore?

Why can't you see I'm changing too?

We've got by far too long to end it feeling wrong

And I still share too much with you

 

Just one great river, always flowing to the sea

One single river rolling in eternity

Two nations in this land that lies along it's shore

But just one river rolling free

 

How come you shut me out as if I wasn't there

What's this new bitterness you've found?

However wronged you were, however strong it hurts

It wasn't me who held you down

 

One single river always flowing to the sea

One single river rolling in eternity

Two nations in this land that lies along it's shore

But just one river rolling free

 

Why can't you understand I'm glad you're standing proud

I know you made it on your own

But in this new pride you've earned, I thought you might have learned

That you don't have to stand alone

 

Lonely northern river always flowing to the sea

One single river rolling in eternity

Two nations in this land that lies along it's shore

But just one run river rolling free

 

Song For Canada. 196703>10

 

 

People Get Ready (Curtis Mayfield)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

People get ready

 

People get ready, there's a train a-comin', you don't need no baggage, you just get on board

All you need is faith to hear the diesels hummin', don't need no ticket, you just thank the lord

 

People get ready for the train to Jordan, picking up passengers, coast to coast

Faith is the key, open the doors and board 'em, there's room for all among who loved the most

 

There ain't no room for the hopeless sinner who would hurt all mankind, just to save his own

Have pity on those whose chances grow thinner, oh, there's no hiding place against the kingdom's throne

 

So, people get ready, there's a train a-comin', don't need no baggage, you just get on board

All you need is faith, open the doors and board 'em, don't need no ticket, you just thank the lord

 

19 October 1975, New York City, New York, Studio Instrumental Rentals. Rolling Thunder Revue rehearsals. Released on The 1975 Live Recordings

 

People get ready, there's a train a-coming, picking up passengers, coast to coast

All you need is faith to hear the diesels a-humming, [???] among who loved the most

 

So people get ready for the train to Jordan, picking up passengers [???]

All you need is faith to hear those diesels hummin', don't need no ticket, you just thank the lord

 

There ain't no room for the hopeless sinner who would hurt all mankind, just to save his own

Have pity on those whose chances get slimmer, oh, there's no hiding place among the kingdom's throne

 

So people get ready, there's a train a-coming, don't need no baggage, you just get on board

All you need is faith to hear the diesels hummin', don't need no ticket, you just thank the lord

 

VARIATIONS People Get Ready. Compared with the take released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11, recorded May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

People get ready, there's a train a-comin'

You don't need no baggage, you just get on board

     picking up passengers, coast to coast                                                                                                 19 Oct 1975, NYC

All you need is faith to hear the diesels hummin'

Don't need no ticket, you just thank the lord

     [???] among who loved the most                                                                                                          19 Oct 1975, NYC

 

People get ready for the train to Jordan

Picking up passengers, coast to coast

     picking up passengers [???]                                                                                                                  19 Oct 1975, NYC

Faith is the key, open the doors and board 'em

     All you need is faith to hear those diesels hummin'                                                                           19 Oct 1975, NYC

There's room for all among who loved the most

     don't need no ticket, you just thank the lord                                                                                        19 Oct 1975, NYC

 

There ain't no room for the hopeless sinner

Who would hurt all mankind, just to save his own

Have pity on those whose chances grow thinner

Oh, there's no hiding place against the kingdom's throne

 

So, people get ready, there's a train a-comin'

Don't need no baggage, you just get on board

All you need is faith, open the doors and board 'em

     All you need is faith to hear the diesels hummin'                                                                               19 Oct 1975, NYC

Don't need no ticket, you just thank the lord

 

People Get Ready. 196703>10, 19751019

 

 

I Don't Hurt Anymore (Don Robertson and Jack Rollins)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

I don't hurt anymore, all my teardrops are dry

No more walking the floor with that burning inside

Just to think it could be,time has opened the door

And at last I am free, I don't hurt anymore

 

Oh, you still deny I wanted to die

The day that you said we were through

But now that I find, you're out of my mind

I can't believe that it's true

 

I forgot it somehow that I cared so before

And it's wonderful now, I don't hurt anymore

 

No use to deny I wanted to die

The day that you said we were through

But now that I find, you're out of my mind

I can't believe that it's true

 

I forgot it somehow that I cared so before

And it's wonderful now, I don't hurt anymore

 

I Don't Hurt Anymore. 196703>10

 

 

Be Careful Of Stones That You Throw (Bonnie Dodd)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

A tongue can accuse or carry bad news

The seeds of destruct, it will sow

So, unless you have made no mistakes in your life

Be careful of stones that you throw

 

My neighbor was passin' my garden one time

She smiled and I knew right away

That it was gossip not flowers that she had on her mind

And this is what I heard my neighbor say

 

That bad girl down the street, she should be run from our midst

She drinks and she talks quite a lot

She knows not to speak to my child nor to me

My neighbor then smiled and I thought

 

A tongue can accuse and carry bad news

The seeds of destruct, it will sow

So, unless you have made no mistakes in your life

Be careful of stones that you throw

 

A car speeded by, the screamin' of brakes

Then a sound that made my blood chill

For if my neighbor's one child had been pulled from the path

And saved by a girl lying still

 

Her child was unhurt and my neighbor cried out

Oh, who was that brave girl so sweet?

I covered the crushed broken body and said

That bad girl down the street

 

A tongue can accuse and carry bad news

The seeds of destruction were sown

So unless you have made no mistakes in your life

Be careful of stones that you, you throw

 

Be Careful Of Stones That You Throw. 196703>10

 

 

One Man's Loss (Bob Dylan)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

[???]

[???]

[???]

[???]

[???]

Well, one man's loss always is another man's gain

 

Let's take a cherry, I can't make it no more

Can't stop, she's breaking all time on the floor

Better come down easy or don't come down at all

You don't try and to please me, somebody's gonna fall

One man's loss always is another man's gain

Yes, one man's joy it always is another man's pain

 

Three o'clock in the morning, better step aside

Let me be to your warning, you better go by

Three times a loser, number 45

Better not lose her, best stayed alive

One man's loss always is another man's gain

Yes, one man's joy always is another man's pain

 

[Both side have found me or taken the wall]

One look at the watch, you better lord at all

You can't stop it or wait it, can't lay at night

Too hard to keep you waiting, calls me [to fight]

One man's loss always is another man's gain

Yes, one man's joy always is another man's pain

 

One Man's Loss. 196703>10

 

 

Lock Your Door (Bob Dylan)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Lock your door tonight my friend

Yes, I love you at the end

But I think for sure

 

Lock Your Door. 196703>10

 

 

Baby, Won't You Be My Baby (Bob Dylan)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Well, I looked as far as I could see, baby

I looked as far as I could see, baby

Well, I looked as far as I could see

All mankind in misery

Baby, won't you be my baby?

 

Well, I looked East, I looked West, baby

I looked East, I looked West, baby

Well, I looked East, I looked West

There was nothing I could see that I liked the best

Baby, won't you be my baby?

 

Well, go down the land, drop your heavy load, baby

Go down the land, drop your load, baby

Go down the land, drop your load

Just don't look back, it's a dead-end road

Baby, won't you be my baby?

 

Now, East and West, the fire will rise, baby

East and West, the fire will rise, baby

East and West, the fire will rise

Shut your mouth, close your eyes

Baby, won't you be my baby?

 

Oh, I been off, tell all the time, baby

I ain't tryin' to mess, I'll just save your time, baby

I ain't tryin' to mess, just save your time

But it's your life, it's not mine

Baby, won't you be my baby?

 

Baby, Won't You Be My Baby. 196703>10

 

 

Try Me Little Girl (Bob Dylan)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Try me, try me, little girl, we could raise a family

 

Well, they treat you like a dummy

But they treat you like a slave

Nothin' bout what you said, it’s all

What you gave

Try me, try me, try me, little girl

We could raise a family

 

Well, they treat so low

At the time I'll ring out of way

Oh, they could [???], they could treat [???] away

Oh, well it's three in the morning

I get no room

[Based on cell she is sittin’ on] room

 

Try me, try me, try me, little girl

We gonna raise a family

 

Try Me Little Girl. 196703>10

 

 

I Can't Make It Alone (Bob Dylan)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Do you leave me now that all I can do is cry

Well, it's, all I can do to begging for you goodbye

Well, I went and bought my ticket

[???] cry

Boy, you're just so wicked that I don’t even try

 

And it's a lonely road and it's all lotta do

Better talk and make it alone

Baby, you’ve can thinking it’s my [???] but I know

And it's all I can do to tell you that I know it's so

 

Well, if I couldn't have tomorrow, tomorrow on [a spring]

[It’s like it kept no sorrow] [???] red down ring

Well, I know you try to leave me so I do what you think is my own

I can't make it alone

 

Now, she opens here at midnight, she calls my name but then she goes away

She [???] indeed she’s so hard to keep her to stay

Well, if I could get my ticket, you know I finally [could go away]

But oh, that woman ‘s so wicked that I don't even [get in her way]

 

I Can't Make It Alone. 196703>10

 

 

Don't You Try Me Now (Bob Dylan)

First performed May - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Don't you play with me, playing it now this time

Don't you play with me, baby, now wasting time

You might drink away any good time, but

Oh, no, you're just havin' a good deal of mine

 

Don't you try me now, don't you try and break my heart

Don't you try me now, don't you try and break my heart

Oh, you know, I think you're having a good time

But you just wait later on until your trouble start

 

Well, I might pick up my package, I looked out the line

I closed my window ceiling and tried on time

But ah, don't you try me now, don't you try and break my heart

Oh yes, you might think your having a good time but you just wait later on until your trouble start

 

Well [drive] me on the table, I scream like a dog

She would try to leave me, you know I [???] like a hollow log

Don't you try me now, don't you try and break my heart

Oh you might think you're trying to act, you baby, but you know you're just playing a part

 

Don't You Try Me Now. 196703>10

 

 

 

Young But Daily Growing =  The Trees They Grow So High(traditional)

A Long Time A-Growin' = The Trees They Grow So High (traditional)

 

 

The Trees They Grow So High (Traditional)

First performed May 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota

For full information see the main page for this song in  Volume 1

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

He's young but he's daily growing

 

Oh, daughter, dearest daughter, I have done you no wrong

I've wed you to non other than a wealthy man's sun

And he will be a man to you when I am dead and gone

He is young, but he's daily growing

 

Well, one day, as I was walking all along down by the school wall

I saw the boys the were playing at the ball

And my own true love was the fairest of them all

He was young, but he was daily growing

 

At the age of sixteen years he was a married man

At the age of seventeen he was the father of a son

At the age of eighteen years 'round his grave the grass grew long

Cruel death had put an end to his growing

 

Ah, the springtime is leavin' now and summer's coming on

With ornaments and fans the ladies all pass om

Oh, it's once I had a true love, but now I have none

But I'll watch his bonnie son, while he's growin'

 

VARIATIONS. See the main page for this song in Volume 1

 

A Long Time A-Growin' (Young But Daily Growing). 196703>10

 

 

Bonnie Ship The Diamond (Traditional)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Well, the bonnie ship was a good old ship

She was a-fishin' on a leading chain

And me an' Jean, oh was a long catch on

It was the last of the ones I've seen

 

So with a sword and a rope in belt

Feel all that your heart be sailed

When that bonnie ship the Diamond goes

Fishin' for the whales

 

Well, we feud all night, the cabin gauge

He was a-more than feelin' bad

And with all kind friends we watched in fear

It was a naught time we ever had

 

So, it's rise up my lads

Let your hearts never fail

When that bonnie ship the Diamond goes

Fishin' for the whales

 

And all day long at Vera Cruz

We sailed all the lots to bind

With no heavy moan, any hearts of stone

No aid was tried for mine

 

So, it's cheer up my boys

Let your hearts never fail

When that bonnie ship the Diamond goes

Fishin' for the whales

 

Well, now along cape Fate, 't was lit in red

All along cape Horn

And from Vera Cruz we sailed ahead

It was all in the time of storm

 

So, it's cheer on up my boys

Let your hearts never fail

When that bonnie ship the Diamond goes

Fishin' for the whales

 

Bonnie Ship The Diamond

 

 

Trail Of The Buffalo [The Hills Of Mexico]

Traditional. Arranged by Woody Guthrie. First performed February/March 1961, East Orange, New Jersey

For full information see the main page for this song in  Volume 1

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11,#1 and #2

 

#1

'T was in the town of Griffin in the year of sixty-five

A well known famous [driller]

 

#2

'T was in the town of Griffin in the year of sixty-five

A well known famous [driller] stepped up to me and talked

Sayin' How do you do, young cowboy and how'd you like to go

Spend the summer pleasantly in the hills of Mexico

 

Well, me being out of work right then to this drover I did say

Well, this going out on the buffalo range depends on your pay

But if you pay good wages, transportation to and fro

I think I might go with you to the hills of Mexico

 

Well, we crossed the [Loftin] river, boys, our troubles thеy begun

Lightning, flashed like hell-fire had madе the cattle run

I tread towards the hiding place sun is hot as snow

Comanches waiting to pick us off on the hills of Mexico

 

VARIATIONS. See the main page for this song in Volume 1

 

Trail Of The Buffalo. 196703>10

 

 

Down On Me

Traditional. Arranged by Bob Dylan. First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Seems like everybody in the whole world is down on me

Down on me, down on me

Seems like everybody in the whole world is down on me

 

(Yeah that could be done)

 

Down On Me. 196703>10

 

 

One For The Road (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

                            one for the road,

One for my baby, one for the road

 

I cry alone at night

[Key town] is on at night

And she's calling me back at night

And she's already home

 

One for my baby, one for the road

One for my baby, one for the road

 

I cry alone at night

There is no friend in sight

I love getting back at night

But I wish I don't

 

One for my baby, one for the road

One for my baby, one for the road

 

This bottle is dried up too

And I'll be all cried up soon

I can't see no [God] on the moon

It's a long way to go

 

One for my baby, one for the road

One for my baby, one for the road

 

I cry alone at night

He's not alonе at night

I'll be there my wholе night

But I wish it was whole

 

One for my baby, one for the road

One for my baby, one for the road

 

One For The Road. 196703>10

 

 

I'm Alright (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Now, when I call her by her name, you know she don't come

She don't lay me down easy, [gell] but I don't

I caught a man a standing on his way to some

But I don't have to [leave] because you know she don't

 

Alright, I'm alright, I'm a three-time loser but I'm alright

Alright, I'm alright, I'm a three-time loser but I'm alright

 

Wow, it's so high, so defensive, it's all can

I swear this gal you know. she's gonna be the death of me

Well, she holds in my heart and then she takes in bread, but I

You know, she's sucking out the life and breath of me

 

Oh, alright, I'm alright I'm a three-time loser but I'm alright

Alright, I'm alright, I'm a three-time loser but I'm alright

 

Alright, I'm alright, I'm a three-time loser, but I'm alright

 

I'm Alright. 196703>10

 

 

Million Dollar Bash (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

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

 

#1

Well, that big dumb blonde with her wheel all gorged

And Turtle, that friend of hers, with his checks all forged

His cheeks in a chunk, with his cheese in the cash

They're all gonna be there at that million dollar bash

 

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee, it's that million dollar bash

 

Everybody from right now to over there and back

The louder they come, the bigger they crack

Come now, sweet cream, don't forget to flash

We're all gonna meet at that million dollar bash

 

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee, it's that million dollar bash

 

Well, I talked to my counselor out to the barn

Silly Nelly was there, she told him a yarn

Then along came Jonеs, emptied the trash

Everybody went down to that million dollar bash

 

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee, it's that million dollar bash

 

Well, I'm hitting it too hard, my stones won't take

I get up in the morning but it's too early to wake

First it's hello, goodbye then push and then crash

We're all gonna make it though at that million dollar bash

 

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee, it's that million dollar bash

 

Well, I looked at my watch, I looked at my wrist

I punched myself in the face with my fist

I took my potatoes down to be mashed

Then I made it on down to that million dollar bash

 

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee, it’s that million dollar bash

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11 and on the original The Basement Tapes album

 

Well, that big dumb blonde with her wheel gorged

Turtle, that friend of hers, with his checks all forged

And his cheeks in a chunk, with his cheese in the cash

They're all gonna be there at that million dollar bash

 

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee, it's that million dollar bash

 

Everybody from right now to over there and back

The louder they come, the bigger they crack

Come now, sweet cream, don't forget to flash

We're all gonna meet at that million dollar bash

 

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee, it's that million dollar bash

 

Well, I took my counselor out to the barn

Silly Nelly was there, she told him a yarn

Then along came Jones, emptied the trash

Everybody went down to that million dollar bash

 

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee, it's that million dollar bash

 

Well, I'm hitting it too hard, my stones won't take

I get up in the morning but it's too early to wake

First it's hello, goodbye then push and then crash

But we're all gonna make it at that million dollar bash

 

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee, it's that million dollar bash

 

Well, I looked at my watch, I looked at my wrist

I punched myself in the face with my fist

I took my potatoes down to be mashed

Then I made it on over to that million dollar bash

 

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee, it’s that million dollar bash

 

VARIATIONS Million Dollar Bash. Compared with the take released on the original The Basement Tapes album. Recorded April - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, #2

 

Well, that big dumb blonde with her wheel gorged

     Well, that big dumb blonde with her wheel all gorged                                         Apr–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

Turtle, that friend of hers, with his checks all forged

     And Turtle, that friend of hers, with his checks all forged                                   Apr–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

And his cheeks in a chunk, with his cheese in the cash

     His cheeks in a chunk, with his cheese in the cash                                             Apr–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

They're all gonna be there at that million dollar bash

 

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee, it's that million dollar bash

 

Everybody from right now to over there and back

The louder they come, the bigger they crack

Come now, sweet cream, don't forget to flash

We're all gonna meet at that million dollar bash

 

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee, it's that million dollar bash

 

Well, I took my counselor out to the barn

     Well, I talked to my counselor out to the barn                                                       Apr–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

Silly Nelly was there, she told him a yarn

Then along came Jones, emptied the trash

     Then along came Jones, he emptied the trash                                                    Apr–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

Everybody went down to that million dollar bash

 

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee, it's that million dollar bash

 

Well, I'm hitting it too hard, my stones won't take

I get up in the morning but it's too early to wake

First it's hello, goodbye then push and then crash

But we're all gonna make it at that million dollar bash

     We're all gonna make though, at that million dollar bash                                   Apr–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

 

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee, it's that million dollar bash

 

Well, I looked at my watch, I looked at my wrist

I punched myself in the face with my fist

I took my potatoes down to be mashed

Then I made it on over to that million dollar bash

     Then I made it on down to that million dollar bash                                               Apr–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

 

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee, it’s that million dollar bash

 

Million Dollar Bash. 196703>10#1#2

 

 

Yea! Heavy And A Bottle Of Bread (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

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

 

Comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus

The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed

On the very next day, with a nose full of blood

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

 

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

 

One-track town, just brown, and a breeze, too

Pack up the meat, sweet, we're gonna head out

For Wichita now in a pile of fruit

Get the loot, don't be slow, we’re gonna catch a trout

Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout

Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout

Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout

 

Pull that drummer out from behind the bottle

Bring me my pipe, we're gonna shake it

Slap that drummer with a pie that smells

Take me down to California, baby

 

Take me down to California, baby

Take me down to California, baby

Take me down to California, baby

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 1 and on the original The Basement Tapes album

 

Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus

The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed

On the very next day, with a nose full of pus

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

 

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

 

It's a one-track town, just brown, and a breeze, too

Pack up the meat, sweet, we’re heading out

For Wichita in a pile of fruit

Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout

 

Get the loot, don’t be slow, we're gonna catch a trout

Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout

 

Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle

Bring me my pipe, we're gonna shake it

Slap that drummer with a pie that smells

Take me down to California, baby

 

Take me down to California, baby

Take me down to California, baby

Take me down to California, baby

 

Yes, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus

The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed

On the very next day, with a nose full of pus

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

 

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

 

VARIATIONS. Yea! Heavy And A Bottle Of Bread. Compared with the take, released on The Basement Tapes, recorded April – October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. #2

 

Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus

     Comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus                                                  Apr–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed

On the very next day, with a nose full of pus

     On the very next day, with a nose full of blood                                                     Apr–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

 

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

     Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread                                                                           Apr–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

 

It's a one-track town, just brown, and a breeze, too

     One-track town, just brown, and a breeze, too                                                     Apr–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

Pack up the meat, sweet, we’re heading out

     Pack up the meat, sweet, we’re gonna head out                                                 Apr–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

For Wichita in a pile of fruit

     For Wichita now, in a pile of fruit                                                                             Apr–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout

 

Get the loot, don’t be slow, we're gonna catch a trout

Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout

     Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout                                         Apr–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

 

Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle

     Pull that drummer out from behind the bottle                                                        Apr–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

Bring me my pipe, we're gonna shake it

Slap that drummer with a pie that smells

Take me down to California, baby

 

Take me down to California, baby

Take me down to California, baby

Take me down to California, baby

 

Yes, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus                              Verse not sung, April – October 1967, #1

The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed                                  Verse not sung, April – October 1967, #1

On the very next day, with a nose full of pus                                                   Verse not sung, April – October 1967, #1

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread                                                                      Verse not sung, April – October 1967, #1

 

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread                                                                    Chorus not sung, April – October 1967, #1

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread                                                                    Chorus not sung, April – October 1967, #1

Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread                                                                    Chorus not sung, April – October 1967, #1

 

Yea! Heavy And A Bottle Of Bread. 196703>10#1#2

 

 

I'm Not There (Bob Dylan)

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Ain't all right and there she's all too tight

In my neighborhood she cries both day and night

I know it because I was there

It's a milestone but she's down on her luck

And she's daily salooning about to make hard a buck

I was there

 

I believe where she'd stop him if she wants time to care

I believe that she'd look upon beside him to care

And I'd go by the Lord and when she's on my way

But I don't belong there

 

No, I don't belong to her, I don't belong to everybody

She's my Christ forsaken angel but she don't hear me cry

She's a lone hearted mystic and she can't carry on

When I'm there she's alright but when she's not when I'm gone

 

Heaven knows that the answer, she's don't calling no one

She's the way, her sailing beauty for she's mine for the one

And I lost her heavy tension by temptation as it runs

But she don't holler me but I'm not there, I'm gone

 

Now I'll cry tonight like I cried the night before

And I'm released on the heights in but I'll dream about the door

It's alone, she's forsaken by her fate, worse to tell

"It don't have approximation", she smiled, "Fare thee well"

 

Now when I treat that lady I was born to love her

But she knows that the kingdom waits so high above her

And I run but I race but it's not too fast or slow

But I don't perceive her, I'm not there, I'm gone

 

Well, it's all about [confusion] as I cry for her [veil]

I don't need anybody now beside me to tell

And its all affirmation I receive but it's not

She's [a lone fawning] beauty but she don't like the spot and she won't

 

Yes, she's gone like the rainbow that shining yesterday

But now she's home beside me and I'd like her here to stay

She's a lone forsaken beauty and it's don't trust anyone

I wish I was beside her but I'm not there, I'm gone

 

Well it's a too-hard to stay in And I don't far believe

It's all [bad for amusing] when she's hard, too hard to leave

It's a load, its a crime the way she [haunts] me around

But she told, won't you hate me, but she's a [God forsaken clown]

 

Yes, I believe that its rightful, oh, I believe it in my mind

I been told like I said when I before carry on the grind

'And she's all yet she told her like I said, carry on

I wish I was there to help her but I'm not there, I'm gone

 

I'm Not There. 196703>10

 

 

Please, Mrs. Henry (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Well, I’ve already had two beers, I'm ready for the broom

Please, Mrs. Henry, won't you take me to my room?

I'm a good ole' boy but I've been sniffing' too many eggs

Talking to too many people, drinking too many kegs

 

Please, Mrs. Henry, Mrs. Henry, please!

Please, Mrs. Henry, Mrs. Henry, please!

I'm down on my knees and I ain't got a dime

 

Well, I'm groaning' in a hallway, pretty soon I'll be mad

Please, Mrs. Henry, won't you take me to your dad?

I can drink like a fish, I can crawl like a snake

I can bite like a turkey, I can slam like a drake

 

Please, Mrs. Henry, Mrs. Henry, please!

Please, Mrs. Henry, Mrs. Henry, please!

I'm down on my knees and I ain't got a dime

 

Now, don't crowd me, lady, or I'll fill up your shoe

I'm a sweet bourbon daddy and tonight I am blue

I'm a thousand years old and I'm a generous bomb

I'm T-boned and punctured, I've been known to be calm

 

Please, Mrs. Henry, Mrs. Henry, please!

Please, Mrs. Henry, Mrs. Henry, please!

I'm down on my knees and I ain't got a dime

 

Now, I'm starting' to drain, my stool's gonna squeak

If I walk too much farther my crane's gonna leak

Look, Mrs. Henry, there's only so much I can do

Why don't you look my way and pump me a few?

 

Please, Mrs. Henry, Mrs. Henry, please!

Please, Mrs. Henry, Mrs. Henry, please!

I'm down on my knees and I ain't got a dime

 

Please Mrs. Henry. 196703>10

 

 

Crash On The Levee (Down In The Flood) (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

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

 

Crash on the levee, mama, water's gonna overflow

Swamp's gonna rise, no boat's gonna row

Now, you can train on down to Williams Point

You can bust your feet, you can rock this joint

But, oh, mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now?

You're gonna have to find yourself another good friend, somehow

 

Now, don't you try an' move me, mama just going to lose

There's a crash on the levee, mama, you've been refused

Well, it's sugar for sugar, salt for salt

If you go down in the flood i's your own true fault

Oh, mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now?

You're gonna have to find yourself another good friend, somehow

 

Well, that high tide's rising, mama, don't you let me down

Pack up your suitcase, mama, don't you make a sound

Well, it's king for king, queen for queen

It's going to be the meanest flood that anybody's seen

Oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now?

Yes, you're gonna have to find yourself another good friend, somehow

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11 and on The Basement Tapes (1975)

 

Crash on the levee, mama, water's gonna overflow

Swamp's gonna rise, no boat's gonna row

Now, you can train on down to Williams Point

You can bust your feet, you can rock this joint

But, oh, mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now?

You're gonna have to find yourself another good friend, somehow

 

Now, don't you try an' move me, you just gonna lose

There's a crash on the levee and mama, you've been refused

Well, it's sugar for sugar and salt for salt

If you go down in the flood it's gonna be your fault

Oh, mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now?

Yes, you're gonna have to find yourself another best friend, somehow

 

 

Well, that high tide's rising, mama, don't you let me down

Pack up your suitcase, mama, don't you make a sound

Now, it's king for king, queen for queen

It's gonna be the meanest flood that anybody's seen

Oh, mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now?

Yes, you're gonna have to find yourself another best friend, somehow

 

24 September 1971, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios. Studio B. Happy Traum Sessions, #2. Released on More Bob Dylan Greatest Hits

 

Crash on the levee, mama, water's gonna overflow

Swamp's gonna rise and no boat's gonna row

Now you can train on down to Williams Point

You can bust your feet, you can rock this joint

But, oh, you're gonna miss your best friend now

You gonna have to find yourself another best friend, somehow

 

Now, don't you try an' move me, mama you just gonna lose

There's been a crash on the levee and, mama, you've been refused

Well, it's king for king and it's queen for queen

It's gonna be the meanest flood that anybody's ever seen

Woo, mama, you're gonna miss your best friend now

You're gonna have to find yourself another best friend, somehow

 

Well, the high tide's rising, mama, don't you let me down

Pack up your suitcase, mama, don't you make a sound

Well, it's sugar for sugar and it's salt for salt

If you go down in the flood it's gonna be your fault

Oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now

You're gonna have to find yourself another best friend, somehow

 

VARIATIONS Crash On The Levee. Compared with the take released on The Basement Tapes (1975) and The Bootleg Series volume 11. Recorded April - October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, #2

 

Crash on the levee, mama, water's gonna overflow

Swamp's gonna rise, no boat's gonna row

Now, you can train on down to Williams Point

You can bust your feet, you can rock this joint

But, oh, mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now?

     But, oh, you're gonna miss your best friend now                                                24 Sep 1971, Ha[[y Traum Sess, $2

You're gonna have to find yourself another best friend, somehow

     You're gonna have to find yourself another good friend, somehow                 Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     You gonna have to find yourself another best friend, somehow                      24 Sep 1971, Ha[[y Traum Sess, $2

 

Now, don't you try an' move me, you just gonna lose

     Now, don't you try an' move me, mama just gonna lose                                    Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     Now, don't you try an' move me, mama you just gonna lose                            24 Sep 1971, Ha[[y Traum Sess, $2

     Well, the high tide's rising, mama, don't you let me down                                                 1 Jan 1972, New York City

There's a crash on the levee and mama, you've been refused

     There's a crash on the levee, mama, you've been refused                               Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     There's been a crash on the levee and, mama, you've been refused             24 Sep 1971, Ha[[y Traum Sess, $2

     Pack up your suitcase, mama, don't you make a sound                                                    1 Jan 1972, New York City

Well, it's sugar for sugar and salt for salt

     Well, it's sugar for sugar, salt for salt                                                                     Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     Well, it's king for king and it's queen for queen                                                   24 Sep 1971, Ha[[y Traum Sess, $2

If you go down in the flood it's gonna be your fault

     If you go down in the flood i's your own true fault                                                Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     It's gonna be the meanest flood that anybody's ever seen                               24 Sep 1971, Ha[[y Traum Sess, $2

Oh, mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now?

     Woo, mama, you're gonna miss your best friend now                                       24 Sep 1971, Ha[[y Traum Sess, $2

Yes, you're gonna have to find yourself another best friend, somehow

     You're gonna have to find yourself another good friend, somehow                 Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     You're gonna have to find yourself another best friend, somehow                  24 Sep 1971, Ha[[y Traum Sess, $2

 

Well, that high tide's rising, mama, don't you let me down

Pack up your suitcase, mama, don't you make a sound

Now, it's king for king, queen for queen

     Well, it's king for king, queen for queen                                                                Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     Well, it's sugar for sugar and it's salt for salt                                                        24 Sep 1971, Ha[[y Traum Sess, $2

It's gonna be the meanest flood that anybody's seen

     If you go down in the flood it's gonna be your fault                                             24 Sep 1971, Ha[[y Traum Sess, $2

Oh, mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now?

Yes, you're gonna have to find yourself another best friend, somehow

     Yes, you're gonna have to find yourself another good friend, somehow         Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     You're gonna have to find yourself another best friend, somehow                  24 Sep 1971, Ha[[y Traum Sess, $2

 

     Crash on the levee, mama, water's gonna overflow                                                           1 Jan 1972, New York City

     Swamp's gonna rise and no boat's gonna row                                                                    1 Jan 1972, New York City

     Now you can train on down to Williams Point                                                                      1 Jan 1972, New York City

     You can bust your feet, you can rock this joint                                                                    1 Jan 1972, New York City

     But, oh, mama you're gonna miss your best friend now                                                    1 Jan 1972, New York City

     You gonna have to find yourself another best friend, somehow                                       1 Jan 1972, New York City

     You gonna have to find yourself another best friend, somehow                                       1 Jan 1972, New York City

     You gonna have to find yourself another best friend, somehow                                       1 Jan 1972, New York City

 

Crash On The Levee (Down In The Flood). 196703>10#1#2, 19710924#2, 19720101

 

 

Lo And Behold! (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

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

 

Now, I pulled out for San Anton', I never felt so good

My woman said she'd meet me there and of course, I knew she would

The coachman, he hit me for my hook, he asked me for my name

I give it to him right away, hung my head in shame

 

Lo and behold! Lo and behold!

Looking for my lo and behold

Put me outta here, my dear man!

 

Now, I came into Pittsburgh, it was six-thirty flat

I found myself a vacant seat and there I put down my hat

What’s the matter, Molly, dear, what’s the matter with your mound?

What’s it to you, Moby Dick?, don't you know this is chicken town!

 

Lo and behold! Lo and behold!

Looking for my lo and behold

Get me outta here, my dear man!

 

Now, I bought my dog a herd of moose, one she could call her own

She came out the very next day, just to see where they had flown

I'm going down to Tennessee, get me a truck or something

I'm gonna save my money and rip it up

 

Lo and behold! Lo and behold!

Looking for my lo and behold

Take me outta here, my dear man!

 

Now, I come in on a Ferris wheel and boys, I sure was slick

I moved in like a tornado and also laid a few tricks on them

Moving on out, I'm gonna Pittsburgh again

Ride around that herd, ride for home, we're all gonna go to sleep

 

Lo and behold! Lo and behold!

Looking for my lo and behold

Get me outta here, my dear man!

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11 and on The Basement Tapes (1975)

 

I pulled out for San Anton', I never felt so good

My woman said she'd meet me there and of course, I knew she would

The coachman, he hit me for my hook and he asked me my name

I give it to him right away, then I hung my head in shame

 

Lo and behold! Lo and behold!

Looking for my lo and behold

Get me outta here, my dear man!

 

I came into Pittsburgh, it was six-thirty flat

I found myself a vacant seat and I put down my hat

What’s the matter, Molly, dear, what’s the matter with your mound?

What’s it to you, Moby Dick? This is chicken town!

 

Lo and behold! Lo and behold!

Looking for my lo and behold

Get me outta here, my dear man!

 

I bought myself a herd of moose that one day she could call her own

She came out the very next day to see where they had flown

I'm going down to Tennessee, get me a truck or something

I'm gonna save my money and rip it up

 

Lo and behold! Lo and behold!

Looking for my lo and behold

Get me outta here, my dear man!

 

Now, I come in on a Ferris wheel and boys, I sure was slick

I come in like a ton of bricks, laid a few tricks on them

Going back to Pittsburgh, count up to thirty

Round that horn and ride that herd, gonna thread up

 

Lo and behold! Lo and behold!

Looking for my lo and behold

Get me outta here, my dear man!

 

VARIATIONS Lo And Behold! Compared with the take released on The Basement Tapes (1975) and on The Bootleg Series volume 11. Recorded March-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York, #2

 

I pulled out for San Anton', I never felt so good

     Now, I pulled out for San Anton', I never felt so good                                         Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

My woman said she'd meet me there and of course, I knew she would

The coachman, he hit me for my hook and he asked me my name

     The coachman, he hit me for my hook, he asked me for my name                 Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

I give it to him right away, then I hung my head in shame

     I give it to him right away, hung my head in shame                                            Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

 

Lo and behold! Lo and behold!

Looking for my lo and behold

Get me outta here, my dear man!

     Put me outta here, my dear man!                                                                           Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

 

I came into Pittsburgh, it was six-thirty flat

     Now, I came into Pittsburgh, it was six-thirty flat                                                 Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

I found myself a vacant seat and I put down my hat

     I found myself a vacant seat and there I put down my hat                                 Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

What’s the matter, Molly, dear, what’s the matter with your mound?

What’s it to you, Moby Dick? This is chicken town!

     What’s it to you, Moby Dick?, don't you know this is chicken town!                 Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

 

Lo and behold! Lo and behold!

Looking for my lo and behold

Get me outta here, my dear man!

 

I bought myself a herd of moose that one day she could call her own

     Now, I bought my dog a herd of moose, one she could call her own               Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

She came out the very next day to see where they had flown

     She came out the very next day, just to see where they had flown                 Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

I'm going down to Tennessee, get me a truck or something

I'm gonna save my money and rip it up

 

Lo and behold! Lo and behold!

Looking for my lo and behold

Get me outta here, my dear man!

     Take me outta here, my dear man!                                                                        Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

 

Now, I come in on a Ferris wheel and boys, I sure was slick

I come in like a ton of bricks, laid a few tricks on them

     I moved in like a tornado and also laid a few tricks on them                             Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

Going back to Pittsburgh, count up to thirty

     Moving on out, I'm gonna Pittsburgh again                                                          Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

Round that horn and ride that herd, gonna thread up

     Ride around that herd, ride for home, we're all gonna go to sleep                   Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

Lo and behold! Lo and behold!

Looking for my lo and behold

Get me outta here, my dear man!

 

Lo And Behold!. 196703>10#1#2

 

 

You Ain't Goin' Nowhere (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

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

 

Now look here dear Sue, you best feed the cats

The cats need feedin', you're the one to do it

Get your head, feed the cats, you ain't goin' nowhere

 

Oh-oh! Ride me high, tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna  come

Whoo-ee! Are we gonna set down in the easy chair

 

Look here, you bunch of basement noise, you ain't no punching bag

I see you walkin' out there and you're the one to do it

Pick up your nose you canary, you ain't going nowhere

 

Whoo-ee! Ride me high, tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come

Whoo-ee! Are we gonna set down in the easy chair

 

Just pick up that oil cloth, cram it in the corn

I don't care if your name is Michael, you're gonna need some boards

Get your lunch, you farm bib, you ain't going nowhere

 

Whoo-ee! Ride me high, tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come

Whoo-ee! Are we gonna set down in the easy chair

 

Now look here you pile of money, you best go better find a file

I've seen you out there beatin' down your hammer, you ain't no hittin' letters

Feed that buzzard, lay him on the rug, you ain't going nowhere

 

Oh-oh! Ride me high, tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come

Whoo-ee! Are we gonna set down in the easy chair

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11 and on The Basement Tapes (1975) (with overdubs)

 

Clouds so swift, rain won't lift

Gate won't close, railings froze

Get your mind off wintertime, you ain't goin' nowhere

 

Whoo-ee! Ride me high, tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come

Oh, oh, are we going to fly, down in the easy chair

 

I don't care how many letters they sent

Morning came and morning went

Pick up your money and pack up your tent, you ain't goin' nowhere

 

Whoo-ee! Ride me high, tomorrow's the day my bride's going to come

Oh, oh, are we going to fly down in the easy chair

 

Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots

Tailgates and substitutes

Strap yourself to thе tree with roots, you ain't goin' nowhere

 

Whoo-ee! Ride mе high, tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come

Oh, oh, are we gonna fly down into the easy chair

 

Genghis Khan, he could not keep

All his kings supplied with sleep

We'll climb that hill no matter how steep when we come up to it

 

Whoo-ee! Ride me high, tomorrow's the day my bride's going to come

Oh, oh, are we going to fly down in the easy chair

 

24 September 1971, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios. Studio B. Happy Traum Sessions, #7. Released on More Bod Dylan Greatest Hits

 

Clouds so swift, the rain fallin' in, gonna see a movie called Gunga Dinn

Pack up your money, pull up your tent McGuinn, you ain't a-goin' nowhere

 

Whoo-ee, ride me high, tomorrow's the day that my bride's a-gonna come

Whoo-ee, are we gonna fly, down into the easy chair

 

Genghis Kahn and his brother, Don, couldn’t keep on keepin' on

We'll climb that bridge after it's gone, after we're way past it

 

Whoo-ee, ride me high, tomorrow's the day that my bride's a-gonna come

Whoo-ee, are we gonna fly down into the easy chair, yeah

 

Buy me some rings and a gun that sings, a flute that toots and a bee that stings

A sky that cries and a bird that flies, a fish that walks and a dog that talks

 

Whoo-ee, ride me high, tomorrow's the day that my bride's a-gonna come

Whoo-ee, are we gonna fly down into the easy chair

 

Whoo-ee, ride me high, tomorrow's the day that my bride's a-gonna come

Whoo-ee, are we gonna fly down into the easy chair

 

VARIATIONS You Ain't Goin' Nowhere. The two Basement Tapes have two completely different sets of verses. Below are the variations in the takes recorded at 24 September 1971, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios. Studio B. Happy Traum Sessions. Compared with the take released on More Bod Dylan Greatest Hits, #7

 

Clouds so swift, the rain fallin' in, gonna see a movie called Gunga Dinn

Pack up your money, pull up your tent McGuinn, you ain't a-goin' nowhere

 

Whoo-ee, ride me high, tomorrow's the day that my bride's a-gonna come

Whoo-ee, are we gonna fly, down into the easy chair

 

Genghis Kahn and his brother, Don, couldn’t keep on keepin' on

We'll climb that bridge after it's gone, after we're way past it

     We'll climb that bridge when it's done been gone, after we're way past it                                        24 Sep 1971, #1

 

Whoo-ee, ride me high, tomorrow's the day that my bride's a-gonna come

Whoo-ee, are we gonna fly down into the easy chair, yeah

 

Buy me some rings and a gun that sings, a flute that toots and a bee that stings

     Buy me some rings and a gun that sings, and a flute that toots and a bird that sings                    24 Sep 1971, #1

A sky that cries and a bird that flies, a fish that walks and a dog that talks                 24 Sep 1971, Happy Traum, #1

     A sky that cries and a bird that flies, a dog that talks and a fish that walks

 

Whoo-ee, ride me high, tomorrow's the day that my bride's a-gonna come

Whoo-ee, are we gonna fly down into the easy chair

 

Whoo-ee, ride me high, tomorrow's the day that my bride's a-gonna come

Whoo-ee, are we gonna fly down into the easy chair

 

You Ain't Goin' Nowhere. 196703>10#1#2, 19710924#1#7, 19760122

 

 

I Shall Be Released (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

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

 

I see my light come shinin', from the west up to the east

Any day now, any day now, I shall be released

 

Everything is not misplaced, every distance is not near

Yet I remember every face of every man who put me here

 

I see my light come shinin', down towards the east

Any day now, any day now, I shall be released

 

They say every man needs protection, they say every man he must crawl

But I swear I see my reflection so high above the wall

 

I see my light come shinin', from the west up to the east

Any day now, any day now, I shall be released

 

Now take a look around [???], but if it's not the same

They say a hole in the heart is breaking and he swears that he was framed

 

I see my light come shinin', all down from west to east

Any day now, any day now, I shall be released

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. #1. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11 and on The Basement Tapes (1975)

 

They say everything can be replaced, yet every distance is not near

So, I remember every face of every man who put me here

 

I see my light come shinin', from the west on to the east

Any day now, any day now, I shall be released

 

They say every man needs protection, they say every man must fall

Yet I swear I see my reflection some place so high above this wall

 

I see my light come shinin', from the west on to the east

Any day now, any day now, I shall be released

 

Now, yonder stands with me in this lonely crowd, a man who swears he's not to blame

All day long I hear his voice shouting so loud, crying out that he was framed

 

I see my light come shinin', from the west up to the east

Any day now, any day now, I shall be released

 

24 September 1971, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios. Studio B. Happy Traum Sessions, #4. Released on More Bob Dylan Greatest Hits

 

They say every man must need protection, they say every man must fall

Yet I swear I see my reflection some place so high above this wall

 

I see my light come shinin', from the west down to the east

Any day now, any day now, I shall be released

 

Down here next to me in this lonely crowd, every man who swears he's not to blame

All day long I hear him cry so loud, callin' out that he's been framed, yeah

 

I see my light come shinin', from the west down to the east

Any day now, any day now, I shall be released

 

VARIATIONS I Shall Be Released. Compared with the take released on The Basement Tapes (1975) and on The Bootleg Series volume 11. Recorded March-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York, #2

 

     I see my light come shinin', from the west up to the east                                   Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     Any day now, any day now, I shall be released                                                   Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

 

They say everything can be replaced, yet every distance is not near

     Everything is not misplaced, every distance is not near                                     Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     They say everything can be replaced, they say every distance is not near                25 Nov 1976, San Francisco

So, I remember every face of every man who put me here

     Yet I remember every face of every man who put me here                               Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

 

I see my light come shinin', from the west on to the east

     I see my light come shinin', down towards the east                                            Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     I see my light come shinin', from the west down to the east                                                 19 Nov 1975, Worcester

Any day now, any day now, I shall be released

 

They say every man needs protection, they say every man must fall

     They say every man needs protection, they say every man he must crawl    Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

Yet I swear I see my reflection some place so high above this wall

     But I swear I see my reflection so high above the wall                                       Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     But I swear I see my own reflection some place so high above this wall                              29 Oct 1975, Falmouth

     But I swear I see my own reflection somewhere so high above this wall                            19 Nov 1975, Worcester

 

I see my light come shinin', from the west on to the east

     I see my light come shinin', from the west down to the east                                                 19 Nov 1975, Worcester

Any day now, any day now, I shall be released

 

Now, yonder stands with me in this lonely crowd, a man who swears he's not to blame

     Now take a look around [???], but if it's not the same                                        Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     Down here next to me in this lonely crowd, every man who swears he's not to blame                  24 Sep 1971, #8

     Yonder down here in this lonely crowd, is a man who swears he's not to blame              19 Nov 1975, Worcester

     Yonder down here amidst this lonely crowd, is a man who swears he's not to blame       19 Mar 1978, Auckland

All day long I hear his voice shouting so loud, crying out that he was framed

     They say a hole in the heart is breaking and he swears that he was framed Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     All day long I hear him cry so loud, callin' out that he's been framed, yeah                                     24 Sep 1971, #8

     All day long I hear him crying loud, shouting out that he's been framed, yeah                  19 Nov 1975, Worcester

     All day long I hear him crying loud, crying out that he's been framed, yeah         21 Nov 1975, Boston, afternoon

     All day long I hear him shouting loud, crying out that he's been framed, yeah                       4 Dec 1975, Montreal

     All day long I hear him shouting out so loud, swearing he's been framed                              1 July 1978, Nürnberg

     All day long I hear him crying out so loud, swearing he's been framed                                          4 July 1978, Paris

     All day long I hear him crying out so loud, telling anyone who listen that he's been framed     20 10 78, Richfield

     All day long I hear him shouting out so loud, telling anyone who listens that he been framed            10 Nov 1978

     All day long I hear him shouting out so loud, telling anybody who listens that he been framed          10 Dec 1978

I see my light come shinin', from the west up to the east

     I see my light come shinin', all down from west to east                                      Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     I see my light come shinin', from the west down to the east                                                 19 Nov 1975, Worcester

Any day now, any day now, I shall be released

 

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This Wheel's On Fire (Bob Dylan, Rick Danko)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

If your memory serves you well, we were going to meet again and wait

So, I’m going to unpack all my things and sit before it gets too late

No man alive will come to you with another tale to tell

And you know that we shall meet again, if your memory serves you well

 

Wheel’s on fire rolling down the road

Best notify my next of kin, this wheel shall explode!

 

If your memory serves you well, I was going to confiscate your lace

And wrap it up in a sailor’s knot and hide it in your case

If I knew for sure that it was yours but it was oh, so hard to tell

But you knew that we shall meet again if your memory serves you well

 

This wheel’s on fire, rolling down the road

Best notify my next of kin, this wheel shall explode!

 

If your memory serves you well, you’ll remember you’re the one

That called on me to call on them to get you your favors done

And after every plan had failed and there was nothing more to tell

You knew that we should meet again, if your memory served you well

 

This wheel’s on fire is rolling down the road

Best notify my next of kin that this wheel shall explode!

 

21 October 1975, New York City, New York, Studio Instrumental Rentals. Rolling Thunder Revue rehearsals. Released on The 1975 Live Recordings

 

If your memory serves you well, you'll remember I would told you to one

Who 'd call on you to call on them then and get you all there favors done

And after every plan had failed, nothing more to tell

You were sure that we would meet again, if your memory served you well

 

This wheel’s on fire rolling down the road

Notify my next of kin, this wheel shall explode!

 

If your memory serves you well, you were going to meet again and wait

So I unpacked all of your things and I sat beside her God again

Then when you used to come there was noting more to tell

But you knew that we would meet again, if your memory serves you well

 

This wheel’s on fire rolling down the road

Notify my next of kin, this wheel shall explode!

 

VARIATIONS This Wheel's On Fire. Compared with the take released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11, recorded May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York

 

If your memory serves you well, we were going to meet again and wait

     If your memory serves you well, you were going to meet again and wait

So, I’m going to unpack all my things and sit before it gets too late

     So, I unpacked all of your things and I sat beside her God again

No man alive will come to you with another tale to tell

     Then when you used to come there was noting more to tell

And you know that we shall meet again, if your memory serves you well

     But you knew that we would meet again, if your memory serves you well

 

Wheel’s on fire rolling down the road

Best notify my next of kin, this wheel shall explode!

 

If your memory serves you well, I was going to confiscate your lace

And wrap it up in a sailor’s knot and hide it in your case

If I knew for sure that it was yours but it was oh, so hard to tell

But you knew that we shall meet again if your memory serves you well

 

This wheel’s on fire, rolling down the road

Best notify my next of kin, this wheel shall explode!

 

If your memory serves you well, you’ll remember you’re the one

     If your memory serves you well, you'll remember I would told you to one

That called on me to call on them to get you your favors done

     Who 'd call on you to call on them then and get you all there favors done

And after every plan had failed and there was nothing more to tell

You knew that we should meet again, if your memory served you well

     You were sure that we would meet again, if your memory served you well

 

This wheel’s on fire is rolling down the road

Best notify my next of kin that this wheel shall explode!

 

This Wheel's On Fire. 196703>10, 19751021

 

 

Too Much Of Nothing (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York.#1. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11 and on The Basement Tapes (1975) (with overdubs)

 

Too much of nothing can make a man ill at ease

One man's temper rises where another man's temper might freeze

Now it's a day of confession and we cannot mock a soul

Oh, when there's too much of nothing, no one has control

 

Say hello to Valerie, say hello to Vivian

Give her all my salary on the waters of oblivion

 

while there's too much of nothing, can cause a man to weep

He can walk the streets and like most and boast of what he'd like to keep

But it's all been done before, it’s all been written in the book

And when there's too much of nothing, nobody should look

 

Say hello to Valerie, say hello to Vivian

Give her all my salary on the waters of oblivion

 

Now, too much of nothing can make a man a liar

It can cause some men to sleep on nails, it can cause others to eat fire

Everybody’s doin' something, I've heard it in a dream

But when there's too much of nothing, it just makes a fella mean

 

Say hello to Valerie, say hello to Vivian

Give her all my salary on the waters of oblivion

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Now, too much of nothing can make a man feel ill at ease

One man's temper might rise where the other man’s temper might freeze

In a day of the confessions, we cannot mock a soul

Oh, when there's too much of nothing, no one has control

 

Say hello to Valerie, say hello to Vivian

Send her all my salary on the waters of oblivion

 

Too much of nothing can make a man abuse a king

He can walk the streets and boast like most but he won't know a thing

Now, it’s all been done before, it's all been written in the book

But when there's too much of nothing, nobody should look

 

Say hеllo to Valerie, say hello to Vivian

Sеnd her all my salary on the waters of oblivion

 

Too much of nothing can turn a man into a liar

It can cause some men to sleep on nails and another man to eat fire

Everybody’s doin' something, I heard it in a dream

But when there's too much of nothing, it just makes a fella mean

 

Say hello to Valerie, say hello to Vivian

Give her all my salary on the waters of oblivion

 

VARIATIONS Too Much Of Nothing. Compared with the take released on The Basement Tapes (1975) and on The Bootleg Series volume 11. Recorded March-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York, #1

 

Too much of nothing can make a man ill at ease

     Now, too much of nothing can make a man feel ill at ease                                Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

One man's temper rises where another man's temper might freeze

     One man's temper might rise where the other man’s temper might freeze    Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

Now it's a day of confession and we cannot mock a soul

     In a day of the confessions, we cannot mock a soul                                           Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

Oh, when there's too much of nothing, no one has control

 

Say hello to Valerie, say hello to Vivian

Give her all my salary on the waters of oblivion

     Send her all my salary on the waters of oblivion                                                 Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

 

while there's too much of nothing, can cause a man to weep

     Too much of nothing can make a man abuse a king                                          Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

He can walk the streets and like most and boast of what he'd like to keep

     He can walk the streets and boast like most but he won't know a thing          Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

But it's all been done before, it’s all been written in the book

     Now, it’s all been done before, it's all been written in the book                         Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

And when there's too much of nothing, nobody should look

     But when there's too much of nothing, nobody should look                              Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

 

Say hello to Valerie, say hello to Vivian

Give her all my salary on the waters of oblivion

     Send her all my salary on the waters of oblivion                                                 Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

 

Now, too much of nothing can make a man a liar

     Too much of nothing can turn a man into a liar                                                   Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

It can cause some men to sleep on nails, it can cause others to eat fire

     It can cause some men to sleep on nails and another man to eat fire             Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

Everybody’s doin' something, I've heard it in a dream

But when there's too much of nothing, it just makes a fella mean

 

Say hello to Valerie, say hello to Vivian

Give her all my salary on the waters of oblivion

 

Too Much Of Nothing. 196703>10#1#2

 

 

Tears Of Rage (Bob Dylan, Richard Manuel)

First performed March - October 1967

 

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

 

We carried you in our arms on Independence Day

And now you throw us all aside and put us on our way

Oh, what daughter beneath the sun would treat a father so

To wait upon him hand and foot and always answer, No?

 

Tears of rage, tears of grief, why I'm always the one who must be the thief?

Come to me now, you know we're so alone, and life's so brief

 

We pointed out the way to go and scratched your name in sand

Though you thought it was nothing more than a place for you to stand

And I want you to know that while we watched, you discover there was no one true

That I myself remember now, thought it was a childish thing to do

 

Tears of rage, tears of grief, why I'm always the one who must be the thief?

Come to me now, you know, we’re so alone, and life is brief

 

It was all very painless when you went out to receive

All that false instruction which we never could believe

And now the heart is filled with gold as if it was a purse

But, oh, what kind of love is this which goes from bad to worse?

 

Tears of rage, tears of grief, why am I always the one who must be the thief?

Come to me now, you know, we’re so alone, and life is brief

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York.  #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

We carried you in our arms on Independence Day

And now you throw us all aside and put us on our way

Oh, what daughter beneath the sun would treat a father so

To wait upon him hand and foot, yet always answer, No?

 

Tears of rage, tears of grief, why am I always the one who must be the thief?

Come to me now, you know, we're so alone, and life is brief

 

We pointed out the way for you to go, we scratched your name in sand

Though you just thought it was nothing more than a place for you to stand

Now, I want you to know that while you were watched, discover no one was true

That I myself I really thought, it was a childish thing to do

 

Tears of rage, tears of grief, why I'm always the one who must be the thief?

Come to me now, you know, we’re so alone, and life is brief

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. #3. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11 and on The Basement Tapes (1975)

 

We carried you in our arms on Independence Day

And now you throw us all aside and put us on our way

Oh, what dear daughter would, beneath the sun, would treat a father so

To wait upon him hand and foot, yet always answer, No?

 

Tears of rage, tears of grief, why I'm always the one who must be the thief?

Come to me now, you know, we're so alone, and life is brief

 

It was all pointed out the way to go and scratched your name in sand

Though you just thought that it was nothing more than a place for you to stand

Now, I want you to know that while you watched, discover that there was no one true

That I myself really thought, it was just a childish thing to do

 

Tears of rage, tears of grief, why am I always the one who must be the thief?

Come to me now, you know, we’re so alone, and life is brief

 

It was all very, very painless when you ran out to receive

All that false instruction which we never could believe

And now the heart is filled with gold as if it was a purse

But, oh, what kind of love is this which goes from bad to worse?

 

Tears of rage, tears of grief, why am I always the one who must be the thief?

Come to me now, you know, we’re so alone, and life is brief

 

VARIATIONS Tears Of Rage. Compared with the take released on The Basement Tapes (1975). Recorded April – October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York, #3

 

We carried you in our arms on Independence Day

And now you throw us all aside and put us on our way

Oh, what dear daughter would, beneath the sun, would treat a father so

   Oh, what daughter beneath the sun would treat a father so                          Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1, #2

   Oh, what daughter beneath the sun would treat a mother so                                                   29 Oct 1975, Falmouth

To wait upon him hand and foot, yet always answer, No

     To wait upon him hand and foot and always answer, No                                   Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     To wait upon him her and foot and always tell her, No                                                            29 Oct 1975, Falmouth

 

Tears of rage, tears of grief, why I'm always the one who must be the thief?

Come to me now, you know, we're so alone, and life is brief

 

It was all pointed out the way to go and scratched your name in sand

     We pointed out the way to go and scratched your name in sand                     Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     We pointed out the way for you to go, we scratched your name in sand        Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

Though you just thought that it was nothing more than a place for you to stand

     Though you thought it was nothing more than a place for you to stand          Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     Though you just thought it was nothing more than a place for you to stand   Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

Now, I want you to know that while you watched, discover that there was no one true

     And I want you to know that while we watched, you discover there was no one true    Mar–Oct 1967, BTapes#1

     Now, I want you to know that while you were watched, discover no one was true        Mar–Oct 1967, BTapes#2

     Now, I want you to know just before you gonna go, cause you been

                                                     exactly [???]                                                                               29 Oct 1975, Falmouth

That I myself really thought, it was just a childish thing to do

     That I myself remember now, thought it was a childish thing to do                  Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     That I myself, I really thought, it was a childish thing to do                                Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

     That I myself, I really thought, it was the only thing to do                                                        29 Oct 1975, Falmouth

 

Tears of rage, tears of grief, why am I always the one who must be the thief?

Come to me now, you know, we’re so alone, and life is brief

 

It was all very, very painless when you ran out to receive

     It was all very painless when you went out to receive                                        Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

All that false instruction which we never could believe

And now the heart is filled with gold as if it was a purse

But, oh, what kind of love is this which goes from bad to worse?

 

Tears of rage, tears of grief, why am I always the one who must be the thief?

Come to me now, you know, we’re so alone, and life is brief

 

Tears Of Rage. 196703>10#1#2inc#3, 19751029

 

 

Quinn The Eskimo (The Mighty Quinn) (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

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

 

Everybody's building big ships and boats

Some are building monuments, others are jotting down notes

Everybody's in despair, every girl and boy

But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, everybody’s gonna jump for joy

 

Come all without, come all within

You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn

 

Now, I like to go, just like the rest, I likes my sugar sweet

But darning fumes and making haste, it ain't my cup of meat

Everybody's just standin' around 'neath the trees, feeding pigeons on a limb

But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here them pigeons are gonna go to him

 

Come all without, come all within

You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn

 

Now, lamb gate and gunny dew, I can recite 'em all

Just tell me where to put them and I'll tell you who to call

Now nobody can get any sleep, there's someone on everybody's toes

But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, everybody's gonna doze

 

Come all without, come all within

You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn

Come all without, come all within

You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11 and on Biograph

 

Everybody's building the big ships and the boats

Some are building monuments, others are jotting down notes

Everybody's in despair, every girl and boy

But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, everybody jump for joy

 

Come all without, come all within

You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn

 

Now, I like to do, just like the rest, I like my sugar sweet

But darning fumes and making haste, it ain't my cup of meat

Everybody's just standin' around 'neath the trees, feeding pigeons on a limb

But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, them pigeons are go to him

 

Come all without, come all within

You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn

 

Now, lamb gate and gunny dew, I can recite 'em all

Just tell me where it hurts and I'll tell you who to call

Nobody can get any sleep, there's someone on everybody's toes

But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, everybody's gonna doze

 

Come all without, come all within

You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn

Come all without, come all within

You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn

 

VARIATIONS Quinn The Eskimo (The Mighty Quinn). Compared with the take released on Biograph. Recorded March – October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York, #2

 

Everybody's building the big ships and the boats

     Everybody's building big ships and boats                                                             Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

Some are building monuments, others are jotting down notes

Everybody's in despair, every girl and boy

But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, everybody jump for joy

     But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, everybody’s gonna jump for joy        Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

 

Come all without, come all within

You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn

 

    Come all without, come all within                                                                                             31 Aug 1969, isle of Wight

    You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn                                                                          31 Aug 1969, isle of Wight

 

 

Now, I like to do, just like the rest, I like my sugar sweet

    Now, I like to go, just like the rest, I likes my sugar sweet                                  Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     Now, I like to do, just like the rest you know, I like my sugar sweet                                 31 Aug 1969, isle of Wight

But darning fumes and making haste, it ain't my cup of meat

     Just [cheat] and making haste you know, it ain't my cup of meat                                     31 Aug 1969, isle of Wight

Everybody's just standin' around 'neath the trees, feeding pigeons on a limb

     Everybody's out there feeding pigeons out on a limb

But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, them pigeons are go to him

     But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, everybody’s gonna jump for joy        Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, them pigeons gonna run to him                         31 Aug 1969, isle of Wight

 

Come all without, come all within

You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn

 

    Come all without, come all within                                                                                             31 Aug 1969, isle of Wight

    You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn                                                                          31 Aug 1969, isle of Wight

 

Now, lamb gate and gunny dew, I can recite 'em all

     [???]                  , I can recite 'em all

Just tell me where it hurts and I'll tell you who to call

     Just tell me where to put them and I'll tell you who to call                                 Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

     [Tell me what and where it hurt] you and I'll tell you who to call                                        31 Aug 1969, isle of Wight

Nobody can get any sleep, there's someone on everybody's toes

     Now nobody can get any sleep, there's someone on everybody's toes          Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, everybody's gonna doze

     But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, everybody's gonna wonna doze                        31 Aug 1969, isle of Wight

 

Come all without, come all within

You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn

Come all without, come all within

You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn

 

Quinn The Eskimo (The Mighty Quinn). 196703>10, 19690831

 

 

Open The Door, Homer (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

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

 

Now, there's a certain thing that I learned from Jim

That he'd always make sure I'd understand

And that is that there's a certain way we all must swim

If we expect to live off of the fat of the land

 

Open the door, Richard, I've heard it said before

Open the door, Richard, heard his name before

But I ain't gonna hear it get said no more

 

Now, there's a certain thing that I learned from my friend, Mouse

That fella who never blushes

And that is that one must always flush out his house

If he don't expect to be housing flushes

 

Open the door, Richard, I've heard it said before

Open the door, Richard, I've heard it said before

But I ain't gonna hear it get said no more

 

Take care of all of your memories, said Nick

For you cannot relive them

And remember when you're out there trying to heal the sick

That you must always first forgive them

 

Open the door, Richard, I've heard it said before

Open the door, Richard, I've heard it said before

But I ain't gonna hear it get said no more

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Now, there's a certain thing that I learned from Jim

He'd make sure I'd understand

And that there's a certain way that a man must swim

If he expects to live off the fat of the land

 

Open the door, Richard, I've heard it said before

Open the door, Richard, I've heard it said before

But I ain't gonna...

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York.#3. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Now, there's a certain thing that I learned from Jim

That he'd make sure I'd always understand

And that there is one certain way that a man must swim

Where he expects to live off of the fat of the land

 

Open the door, Richard, I've heard it said before

Open the door, Richard, heard he said before

But I ain't gonna hear it get said no more

 

Now, there's a certain thing that I learned from my friend, Mouse

That fella who always blushes

And that is that everyone must always flush out their house

If he don't expect to be going around housing flushes

 

Open the door, Richard, I've heard it said before

Open the door, Richard, I've heard it said before

But I ain't gonna hear it get said no more

 

Now, take care of all of your memories, said my friend Nick

And remember now, you cannot relive them

And do not forget then when you go out to heal the sick

That you must always first forgive them

 

Open the door, Richard, I've heard it said before

Open the door, Richard, I've heard it said before

But I ain't gonna hear it get said no more

 

VARIATIONS Open The Door, Homer. Compared with the take released on The Basement Tapes (1975). March-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York, #1

 

Now, there's a certain thing that I learned from Jim

That he'd always make sure I'd understand

     He'd make sure I'd understand                                                                               Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

     That he'd make sure I'd always understand                                                         Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#3

And that is that there's a certain way we all must swim

     And that there's a certain way that a man must swim                                        Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

     And that there is one certain way that a man must swim                                   Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#3

If we expect to live off of the fat of the land

     Where he expects to live off of the fat of the land                                               Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#3

 

Open the door, Richard, I've heard it said before

Open the door, Richard, heard his name before

     Open the door, Richard, heard it said before                                                       Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#3

But I ain't gonna hear it get said no more

 

Now, there's a certain thing that I learned from my friend, Mouse

That fella who never blushes

     That fella who always blushes                                                                                Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#3

And that is that one must always flush out his house

     And that is that everyone must always flush out their house                             Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#3

If he don't expect to be housing flushes

     If he don't expect to be going around housing flushes                                       Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#3

 

Open the door, Richard, I've heard it said before

Open the door, Richard, I've heard it said before

But I ain't gonna hear it get said no more

 

Take care of all of your memories, said Nick

     Now, take care of all of your memories, said my friend Nick                             Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#3

For you cannot relive them

     And remember now, you cannot relive them                                                        Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#3

And remember when you're out there trying to heal the sick

     And do not forget then when you go out to heal the sick                                   Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#3

That you must always first forgive them

 

Open the door, Richard, I've heard it said before

Open the door, Richard, I've heard it said before

But I ain't gonna hear it get said no more

 

Open The Door, Homer. 196703>10#1#2inc#3

 

 

Nothing Was Delivered (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. #1. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11 and on The Basement Tapes (1975)

 

Nothing was delivered and I tell this truth to you

Not out of spite nor anger, but simply because it's true

Now, I hope you won't object to give in, giving back all of what you owe

The fewer words you have to waste on this, the sooner you can go

 

Nothing is better, nothing is best

Take care of yourself, get plenty rest

 

Nothing was delivered, but I can't say I sympathize

With what your fate is going to be, yes, for telling all those lies

Now you must provide some answers, for what you sold that's not been received

And the sooner you comе up with them, the sooner you can leave

 

Nothing is better, nothing is best

Take care of yourself, get plenty rest

 

Now you know, nothing was delivered and it's up to you to say

Just what you had in mind when you made everybody pay

No, nothing was delivered, yes, and someone must explain

And as long as it takes to do this, then that's how long as you'll remain

 

Nothing is better, nothing is best

Take care of yourself, get plenty rest

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Nothing was delivered and I tell this truth to you

Not out of spite nor anger, but simply because it's true

Now, I hope you don't object to this, but you must give back what you owe

The fewer words you have to waste about this, the sooner you can go

 

Nothing is better, nothing is best

Take heed of this, get plenty rest

 

Nothing was delivered, but I can't say that I sympathize

For what your fate is going to be for telling all those lies

Now you must provide some answers, for what you sell that's not been recеived

Yes, you must, you must do that, you must give those answers

The sooner you comе up with those answers, the sooner you can leave

 

Nothing is better, nothing, nothing is best

Take heed of this, get plenty rest

 

Nothing was delivered, it’s up to you to say

Yes, it's up to you to save everybody's piece of mind, so you best begin right now to behave

Hear me say again that nothing was delivered, someone he must explain

And as long as it takes to do this, yes as long as it takes to do this that's as long as you will remain

 

Nothing is better, nothing is best

Take heed of this, get plenty rest

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York.  #3. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

...was delivered, someone must explain

So as long as it takes to do this, that's as long as you remain

 

Nothing is better, nothing is best

Take heed of this, get plenty rest

 

VARIATONS Nothing Was Delivered. Compared with the take released on The Basement Tapes (1975). Recorded March – October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York, #1

 

Nothing was delivered and I tell this truth to you

Not out of spite nor anger, but simply because it's true

Now, I hope you won't object to give in, giving back all of what you owe

     Now, I hope you don't object to this, but you must give back what you owe  Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

The fewer words you have to waste on this, the sooner you can go

     The fewer words you have to waste about this, the sooner you can go          Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

 

Nothing is better, nothing is best

Take care of yourself, get plenty rest

     Take heed of this, get plenty rest                                                                           Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

 

Nothing was delivered, but I can't say I sympathize

     Nothing was delivered, but I can't say that I sympathize                                    Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

With what your fate is going to be, yes, for telling all those lies

     For what your fate is going to be for telling all those lies                                   Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

Now you must provide some answers, for what you sold that's not been received

     Now you must provide some answers, for what you sell that's not been received Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

     Yes, you must, you must do that, you must give those answers                      Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

And the sooner you comе up with them, the sooner you can leave

     The sooner you come up with those answers, the sooner you can leave       Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

 

Nothing is better, nothing is best

     Nothing is better, nothing, nothing is best                                                             Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

Take care of yourself, get plenty rest

     Take heed of this, get plenty rest                                                                           Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

 

Now you know, nothing was delivered and it's up to you to say

     Nothing was delivered, it’s up to you to say                                                         Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

Just what you had in mind when you made everybody pay

     Yes, it's up to you to save everybody's piece of mind, so you best begin right now to behave    Ma-Oct 1967, #2

No, nothing was delivered, yes, and someone must explain

     Hear me say again that nothing was delivered, someone he must explain    Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

And as long as it takes to do this, then that's how long as you'll remain

     And as long as it takes to do this, yes as long as it takes to do this that's as long as you will remain       1967, #2

     So as long as it takes to do this, that's as long as you remain                                                                         1967, #3

 

Nothing is better, nothing is best

Take care of yourself, get plenty rest

     Take heed of this, get plenty rest                                                                           Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

 

Nothing Was Delivered. 196703>10#1#2#3inc

 

 

All American Boy (Bobby Bare and Orville Lunsford)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11, #2?

 

Well, I bought me a guitar, put it in tune, went out there the month of June

It was a hot dog night and a stick in a roar, everybody was a-down on this side

There was a holy cow (Holy Cow), mean cow (Mean cow), double jaw (Double jaw), cow

 

Well, I'll tell you a story about how to become, an all-American boy, you can beat on a drum

Beat on a drum from five to six, you'll be rock 'n' rollin' soon gettin' your kicks

It's a good job (Good job), join the band (giggin’ in the band), bring your hand (pick your hand)

 

Clean your hand and come up tight, roll a smoke and down at night

Hold on a train, on a whiskey jar, settle it down there you are

Hold it steady, pick it up now, now hit it (Making the girls giggle),

 

Yes, you'll be makin' thеm little girlies giggle, you'll bе makin' 'em all just jump up an' down an' wiggle

Empty their socks, in their britches, all you'll find that soon you'll be itches

Itches all over, itch in your pants, itch while you dance, itchin' on down to the corn' of France

 

Well, I know a boy yesterday, he become a guitar and he floated away

He played his bars and he played 'em all, he's just on there havin' a ball

Kicking a hot storm up over the ocean, he took himself a notion

 

He got some lotion and, he put it on his guitar, put it on him

Next time you knew you can call him Jim, down the road, boy, they call him Slim

They don't care if they got to carry him, just a minute now, you'll see what I mean

(Uncle Sam), (In this land), (Rippin' up draft cards)

 

Well, sooner or later a man's gonna come, he gonna take a look at you, look at your drum

He'd be a man and he'll take you home, yeah, he'll take you out to his farm

He'll give you a good one, he'll give it to ya, well, you meet...(Girls don't giggle no more)

 

Well, sooner or later you're bound to meet his wife and you'll come in and have the time of your life

Just pickin' the gum, pickin' up a star, pickin' up goin' and goin' to the bar

You and your manager (Pickin' my nose)

 

Well, you'll wanna know about the manager soon, he'll just take you outside and put you on the moon

He'll buy you new clothes, new pair of shoes, you'll be walk' away with the drummer blues

You'd be a fine drummer, pick 'em as a comer, dog hummer

 

VARIATIONS. Compared with the take released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11. This is another take, not on the bootleg series, the lyrics are borrowed from Björner's Words ill My Head. It is referred to as First version, source: Some Other Kind Of Songs

 

Well, I bought me a guitar, put it in tune, went out there the month of June

     Well, I bought me a guitar, put it in tune, went out there the month of June                                                             #1

I bought a hot dog night and a stick in a [???], everybody was a-down on this side

     Bought a hot dog and smelled it and I smelled the crowd, everybody was a-down on this side of a cloud         #1

There was a holy cow (Holy Cow), mean cow (Mean cow), double jaw (Double jaw), cow

     There was a holy cow and a medicine man and a sacred cow and an iron jaw that wouldn't break                    #1

 

Well, I'll tell you a story about how to become, an all-American boy, you can beat on a drum

     Well I tell you the story of how to become, an All American Boy instead of a bum                                                  #1

Beat on a drum from five to six, you'll be rock 'n' rollin' soon gettin' your kicks

     Pound on the drum from five to six, you'll be rocking and rollin and beating on bricks                                           #1

It's a good job (Good job), join the band (giggin’ in the band), bring your hand (pick your hand)

     It's a good job to have if you're not working                                                                                                                    #1

 

Clean your hand and come up tight, roll a smoke and down at night

     Clean your stuff and come up tight, gotta wish for it and that's right                                                                          #1

Hold on a train, on a whiskey jar, settle it down there you are

     Go for a train on a whiskey jar, guzzle it up, here you are                                                                                           #1

Hold it steady, pick it up now, now hit it (Making the girls giggle),

     Pick it up, now hit it and the girls wiggle                                                                                                                          #1

 

Yes, you'll be makin' thеm little girlies giggle, you'll bе makin' 'em all just jump up an' down an' wiggle

     Yes, I've been making them all jump up and down and mingle in the socks and their britches                             #1

Empty their socks, in their britches, all you'll find that soon you'll be itches

     Oh, you'll find that soon you'll be in the itches                                                                                                                #1

Itches all over, itch in your pants, itch while you dance, itchin' on down to the corn' of France

     Itches all over, itch in your pants, itch while you dance, itching on down to the south of France                          #1

 

Well, I know a boy yesterday, he become a guitar and he floated away

     Well, I know a boy yesterday, he become a guitar and he floated away                                                                   #1

He played his bars and he played 'em all, he's just on there havin' a ball

     In the summer and in the fall everyone said he was having a ball                                                                              #1

Kicking a hot storm up over the ocean, he took himself a notion

     Kicking up hot shit over the ocean, he took himself a notion                                                                                       #1

 

He got some lotion and, he put it on his guitar, put it on him

     To put some of that lotion in his beat up guitar, put it on him                                                                                      #1

Next time you knew you can call him Jim, down the road, boy, they call him Slim

     Then he's not very far, next time you call him a star, down the road boy, they call him slim                                 #1

They don't care if they got to carry him, just a minute now, you'll see what I mean

     They don't care if they're carrying him, just a minute now, you'll see what I mean, here he come now               #1

(Uncle Sam), (In this land), (Rippin' up draft cards)

 

Well, sooner or later a man's gonna come, he gonna take a look at you, look at your drum

     Well sooner or later a boss gonna come, he gonna take a look at ya, look at your drum                                       #1

He'd be a man and he'll take you home, yeah, he'll take you out to his farm

     Drink this sonny, it comes in a cup, yeah, he'll take you out to his farm                                                                    #1

He'll give you a good one, he'll give it to ya, well, you meet...(Girls don't giggle no more)

     Where he's fixing it up, girls don't giggle out there on the mountain                                                                           #1

 

Well, sooner or later you're bound to meet his wife and you'll come in and have the time of your life

     Well, sooner or later you're bound to meet his wife                                                                                                       #1

Just pickin' the gum, pickin' up a star, pickin' up goin' and goin' to the bar

     you'll come and have the time of your life                                                                                                                       #1

You and your manager (Pickin' my nose)

     She's there and in her way, she sure does like the things you play                                                                           #1

 

Well, you'll wanna know about the manager soon, he'll just take you outside and put you on the moon

     Well, you want to know about the manager soon, we'll take you outside 'cause he knows you can croon         #1

He'll buy you new clothes, new pair of shoes, you'll be walk' away with the drummer blues

     He'll buy you new clothes, a new pair of shoes, you'll be walking with the big drum blues                                    #1

You'd be a fine drummer, pick 'em as a comer, dog hummer

     You're a fine drummer now, you always knew you could be                                                                                       #1

 

All American Boy. 196703>10#1#2

 

 

Sign On The Cross (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Now, I try, oh, so awfully strong and I just try to be

And now, oh, it's an eye, but it's so free

Yes, but I know in my head that we're all so misled

And it's that old sign on the cross that worries me

 

Now, when I was just a bawling rat, I saw what I wanted to be

And it's all for the sake of that I should see

But I was lost on the land as I heard that front door slam

And that old sign on the cross worries me

 

Well, it's that old sign on the cross

Well, it's that old key to the kingdom

Well, it's that old sign on the cross

Like you should be

 

But when I hold my head so high

As I see my old friends go by

And it's still that sign on the cross

That worries me

 

Well, it's just the old sign on the cross

Everyday, every night, I see the sign on the cross just layin' up on top of the hill

Yes, we thought it might have disappeared long ago

But I'm here to tell you, friends, that I'm afraid it's lying there still

 

Yes, just a little time is all you need you might say, but I don't know about that any more

Because later on you might find the door you might want to enter, but of course the door might be closed

And I just would like to tell you one time, if I don't see you again, that the thing is

That the sign on the cross is the thing you might need the most

 

Yes, the sign on the cross

Is just the sign you come back in too

Well, there is some in any prison

And there is some in the penitentiary too

 

Well, when your, when your days are numbered and your nights are long

You might think you're weak, but I mean to say you're strong

Yes, you are, if that sign on the cross, if it begins to worry you

Well, that's all right, you just sing a song and all your troubles pass right on through

 

Sign On The Cross. 196703>10

 

 

Odds And Ends (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

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

 

Now, I stand in awe and I shake my face

You break your promise all over the place

You promised to love me, but what do I see?

Just you coming in tryin' to spill juice over me

 

Odds and ends, odds and ends

Lost time is not found again

 

Now, you take your file, and you bend my head

You never can remember anything I've said

You promised to love me, but what do I know?

You're always spilling juice on me like you got some place to go

 

Odds and ends, odds and ends

Lost time is not found again

 

Well, I know had enough, my box is clean

You know what I'm saying, you know what I mean

From now on you'd best call on somebody else

And while you're doing it, keep your juice to yourself

 

Odds and ends, odds and ends

Lost time is not found again

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York.#2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11 and on The Basement Tapes (1975)

 

Now, I stand in awe and I shake my face

You break your promise all over the place

You promised to love me, but what do I see?

Just you coming in spilling juice over me

 

Odds and ends, odds and ends

Lost time is not found again

 

Now, you take your file, and you bend my head

I never can remember anything that you said

You promised to love me, but what do I know?

You're always spilling juice on me like you got some place to go

 

Odds and ends, odds and ends

Lost time is not found again

 

Now, I had enough, my box is clean

You know what I'm saying and you know what I mean

From now on you'd best get on somebody else

While you're doing it, keep your juice to yourself

 

Odds and ends, odds and ends

Lost time is not found again

 

VARIATIONS Odds And Ends. Compared with the take released on The Basement Tapes (1975). Recorded March – October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York, #2

 

Now, I stand in awe and I shake my face

You break your promise all over the place

You promised to love me, but what do I see?

Just you coming in spilling juice over me

     Just you coming in tryin' to spill juice over me                                                     Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

 

Odds and ends, odds and ends

Lost time is not found again

 

Now, you take your file, and you bend my head

I never can remember anything that you said

You promised to love me, but what do I know?

You're always spilling juice on me like you got some place to go

 

Odds and ends, odds and ends

Lost time is not found again

 

Now, I had enough, my box is clean

You know what I'm saying and you know what I mean

     You know what I'm saying, you know what I mean                                             Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#1

From now on you'd best get on somebody else

While you're doing it, keep your juice to yourself

 

Odds and ends, odds and ends

Lost time is not found again

 

Odds And Ends. 196703>10#1#2

 

 

Get Your Rocks Off! (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

You know, there's two ol' maids lying in the bed

One picked up and the other one she said

Get your rocks off (Get 'em off)

Get your rocks off (Get 'em off)

Get your rocks off (Get 'em off)

Get your rocks off of me (Get 'em off)

 

Well, you know, there late one night up on Blueberry Hill

One man turned to the other man and said with a blood-curdlin' chill, he said

Get your rocks off (Get 'em off)

Get your rocks off (Get 'em off)

Get your rocks off (Get 'em off)

Get your rocks off of me (Gеt 'em off me)

 

Well, you know, wе was layin' down around Mink Muscle Creek

One man turned to the other man, he began to speak, he said

Get your rocks off (Get 'em off)

Get your rocks off (Get 'em off)

Get your rocks off (Get 'em off)

Get your rocks off of me (Get 'em off)

 

Well, you know, we was cruisin' down the highway in a Greyhound bus

All kinds-a little children on the side road, they was hollerin' at us, saying

Get your rocks off (Get 'em off)

Get your rocks off (Get 'em off)

Get your rocks off (Get 'em off)

Get your rocks off of me

 

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Clothes Line Saga (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11 and on The Basement Tapes (1975)

 

After a while we took in the clothes, nobody said very much

Just some old wild shirts and a couple pairs of pants which nobody really wanted to touch

Mama come in and picked up a book and papa asked her what it was

Someone else asked, What do you care? Papa said, Well, just because

Then they started to take back their clothes, hang them on the line

It was January the thirtieth, everybody was feelin’ fine

 

The next day everybody got up, seeing if the clothes were dry

The dogs were barking, a neighbor passed, mama, of course, she said, Hi

Have you heard the news? he said with a grin, The Vice-President’s gone mad!

Where? Downtown, when? Last night, Hmm, say, that’s too bad”

Well, there’s nothing we can do about it, said the neighbor, It’s just something we’re gonna have to forget

Yes, I guess so, said Ma, then she asked me if the clothes were still wet

 

I reached up, touched my shirt and the neighbor said, Are those clothes yours?

I said, Some of them, not all of them, he said, Ya always help out around here with a choise?

I said, Sometime, not all the time, then my neighbor, he blew his nose

Just as papa yelled outside, Mama wants you to come back in the house and bring them clothes

(Woo-hoo)

Well, I just do what I’m told, so, I did it, of course

I went back in the house and mama met me and then I shut all the doors

 

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Apple Suckling Tree (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

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

 

Old man sailing in a [painted] hook on there

Old man down is sailing a hook on there

Gonna pull man down on a sucklin' hook

[    ???        ] brook, oh yeah!

 

Now, he’s underneath that apple suckling tree, oh yeah!

Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah!

That's underneath that tree, there's just a-gonna be you and me

Underneath that apple suckling tree, oh yeah!

 

I push him back and I stand in line, oh yeah!

Then I push my lady and I stand in line, oh yeah!

Then I push my lady and I stand in line

I get on board like a two-eyed time, oh yeah!

 

Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah!

Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah!

Underneath that tree there's just gonna be you and mе

Underneath that apple suckling tree, oh yeah!

 

 

Now, who's that tale and who's to tell me, oh yeah!

Who's on the table, who's to tell me,  oh yeah!

Who's on the table, and who should I tell?

The forty-nine of them burning in hell

All the time we all [    ???    ], oh yeah!

 

Underneath that old apple suckling tree, oh yeah!

Underneath that old apple suckling tree, oh yeah!

Underneath that tree there's just gonna be you and me

Underneath that apple suckling tree, oh yeah!

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York.  #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11 and on The Basement Tapes (1975)

 

Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah!

Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah!

Underneath that tree there's just gonna be you and me

Underneath that apple suckling tree ,oh yeah!

 

Old man down like a county hook, my man!

Old man down like a county hook, my man!

Old man down is fully hooked

Let [???] all take a look

Fully down in a county hook, my man!

 

Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah!

Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah!

Underneath that tree there's just gonna be you and me

Underneath that apple suckling tree ,oh yeah!

 

Now, I wished to my soul I had seven years, a-ha

I wished to my soul I had seven years, a-ha

If I thought them, you better grown

[Don’t catch your hen] but he has the hound

[          ???          ], oh yeah!

 

Underneath that apple suckling tree, oh yeah!

Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah!

Well, underneath that tree there's just gonna be you and me

Underneath that apple suckling tree ,oh yeah!

 

Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah!

Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah!

Underneath that tree there's just gonna be you and me

Underneath that apple suckling tree, oh yeah!

 

Apple Suckling Tree. 196703>10#1#2

 

 

Don't Ya Tell Henry (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Don’t ya tell Henry, apple’s got your fly

 

I went down to the river on a Saturday morn

I lookin’ around just to see who was born

I found a little chicken down on his knees

I went up and yelled to him, Please, please, please!

 

He said, Don’t you tell Henry

Don’t you tell Henry

Don’t you tell Henry

Apple’s got your fly

 

I went down to the corner at a-half past ten

I lookin’ around, I wouldn’t say when

I looked down low, I looked above

Who did I see but the one I love

 

She said, Don’t you tell Henry

Don’t you tell Henry

Don’t you tell Henry

Apple’s got your fly

 

Now, I went down to the beanery at half past twelve

A-lookin’ around just to see myself

I spotted a horse and a donkey, too

I looked for a cow and I saw me a few

 

They said, Don’t you tell Henry

Don’t you tell Henry

Don’t you tell Henry

Apple’s got your fly

 

Now one time [???]

Down [???]

I go down now

Wow

 

Now, I went down to the hall house the other night

A-lookin’ around, I was outta sight

I looked high and low for that big old tree

I did go upstairs but I didn’t see nobody but me

 

I said, Don’t you tell Henry

Don’t you tell Henry

Don’t you tell Henry

Apple’s got your fly

 

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Bourbon Street (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

I'd like another Bourbon Street

Drown a drop and, oh, so sweet

Hold that down, you better keep it neat

For when it’s over, it was incomplete

Oh, I took it down and said, oh, oh, have a seat

But I don't live down on Bourbon Street

No more, no more, no more, no more

No, I don't live on Bourbon Street no more

 

Bourbon Street, lordly-town, you better keep it sweet

Put all your loving apples on your feet

But I don’t even mind if you want to scratch your feet

You can bag it down in butter, butter sweet

I know, please on a Bourbon Street

 

Now, Bourbon Street, a happiness will get you

Bourbon Street, the girls they won't forget you

Down at Bourbon Street

Here they come now

Here they come now

Here they comе now

Here they comе now

Oh, them little girls

 

Well, I went down a-looking for Bourbon Street

I look so high and low and then it took me off my feet

Bourbon Street

Oh man, let me tell ya, Bourbon Street

Mister bartender, I'll have another Bourbon Street

 

Oh play it pretty now, boys!

Ah, sounds marvelous

Oh, shit

Yes, yes

Yes, a ton of joy

Mmmm

Oh, I can't take it no more

 

Well let me tell ya, Bourbon Street

Let me have another Bourbon Street

Tell me young brother I want a Bourbon Street

I want a Bourbon Street now

Mister bartender, I'll have, I'll have another Bourbon Street

 

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Blowin' In The Wind (Bob Dylan)

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

For full information see the main page for this song in Volume 2

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

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

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

How many times must the, must the cannonballs fly, before they’re forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’, blowin' in the wind, the answer is blowin’ in the wind

 

How many years can a mountain, mountain exist, before it is washed to the sea?

How many years can some, can some people exist, before they’re allowed to be free?

How many times can a man turn his back, pretending that he just, just doesn’t see?

The answer, my friend, is, is blowin’ in the wind, the answer is blowin’ in the wind

 

How many times can a man look up, before he can see, see the sky?

How many ears must one man have, before he can hear people cry?

How many deaths will it take 'till he knows, too many people have died

The answer, my friend, is, is blowin’ in the wind, the answer is blowin’ in the wind

 

VARIATIONS. See the main page for this song in Volume 2

 

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One Too Many Mornings (Bob Dylan)

First performed 24 October 1963, New York City, New York.

For full information see the main page for this song in Volume 3

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

First verse vocal Richard Manuel

 

Down the street the dogs are barkin’ and the day is growing dark

As the night comes in a-fallin’, the dogs will lose their bark

An’ the silent was ... from the sounds inside my mind

As I’m one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

 

From the crossroads of my doorsteps my eyes they begin to fade

And I turn my head back to the room where my love and I have laid

And I gaze back to the street, the sidewalk and the sign

And I’m one too many mornings an’ a thousand miles behind

 

Yeah, it’s a restless hungry feeling that don’t mean nobody no good

When everything that I’m a-sayin’, you can say it just as good

You are right from your side and I am right from mine

We’re both just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

 

VARIATIONS. See the main page for this song in Volume 3

 

One Too Many Mornings. 196703>10

 

 

A Satisfied Mind (Joe Hayes, Jack Rhodes)

First performed March - October 1967. For full information see the main page for this song in Volume 20, Saved

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Money can't buy back your youth when you're old

Or a friend when you're lonesome, or a love that's grown cold

The wealthiest person is a pauper at times

Compared to the man with a satisfied mind

 

When life has ended, and [life has run out]

My friends and my loved ones, I'll leave, there's no doubt

But there's one thing for certain, when it comes my time

I'll leave this old world with a satisfied mind

 

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It Ain't Me, Babe (Bob Dylan)

First performed 17 May 1964, London, England

For full information see the main page for this song in Volume 4

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Go ’way from my window, leave at your own chosen speed

I’m not the one you want, babe, I’m not the one you need

You say you’re lookin’ for someone, never weak but always strong

[To] protect, he can't defend you whether you are right or wrong

Someone to open every door, but it ain’t me, babe

No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe, it ain’t me you’re lookin’ for

 

Go lightly from the ledge, babe, go lightly across the ground

I’m not the one you want, babe, I will only let you down

You say you’re lookin’ for someone who'll promise never to part

Someone to close his eyes for you, someone to close his heart

Someone who will die for you an’ more, but it ain’t me, babe

No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe, it ain’t me you’re lookin’ for

 

Go melt back in the night, babe, oh, everything inside is made of stone

There’s nothing in here moving and anyway I’m not alone

You say you’re lookin' for someone who’ll pick you up each time you fall

To gather flowers for you constantly, to come each time you call

A lover for your life but nothing more, but it ain’t me, babe

No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe, it ain’t me you’re lookin’ for

It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for

 

VARIATIONS. See the main page for this song in Volume 4

 

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Ain't No More Cane

Traditional. First performed Late September 1961 New York City, New York. For full information see the main page for this song in  the main page for this song in Volume 1

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

......

Mm, mm, mm

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

VARIATIONS. See the main page for this song in Volume 1

 

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

 

 

My Woman She's A-Leavin' (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

War has broken out and fighting

But she's all right out of need

And she's already mourning my hand

[She's open as some pages]

But I don't have the need

But she's already cheating my stand

Every time you morning plea

I don’t know how this heart to please

But she's already held me in my hand

 

Now early in the morning

She's a hot and [???] to hold

I'm a rolling stone of desire

[     ???]

She's hungry but she's kneeling

And she's all messed up like to die

But she don't leave me no combination

And I don't need no congregation

And she hear them preaching on the fire

 

Well, I’m no chance [???]

you hear no bell a-ring, man

[for having] a fire

[Well, I read on the]  pans in mama's kitchen

On a [thinking]

But she's all messed up wit fire

Well, I hate to be no streeting'

But my woman she's a-leavin'

And I feel no sense and she's no liar

 

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Santa Fé (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Sante Fe, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Sante Fe

My woman needs it every day

She promised just to let me stay

She's rollin' up a knot to pray to gods away

She's in Sante Fe, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe.

Now she opens up a happy home

She's brown but she keeps from roam

She'll opens up a happy home

She'll think when I be happy roaming' Sante Fe.

 

Sante Fe, dear, dear, dear, dear Sante Fe

She's arms never teach to roam

They're never, never far from home

I'll never ever, ever roam to sail away

She's all feel bad

No, no, no, no, don't, don't, don't feel bad

She's the worst thing I ever had

She's a mad, man that he's so glad

She's over 'bout to have the bed

She's never disappear so bad, I went away.

 

Sante Fe, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Sante Fe

My own heart city lay

I won't have a nature way

And I'm leavin' every day to run away

From Sante Fe, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Sante Fe

My woman's never sittin' at home

She's actin' the police unknown

She cried like an evening stone

She leap back under a broom

But she ain't gonna find a room

And the tears send her on own ever day.

 

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Mary Lou, I Love You Too (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Well, I been inside but I'm living like morning low

And I don't wanna treat like they're courting me to not to go

When all morning birds that fly away so, so high

I don’t know reaching you every way, my baby and I

 

I want to leave you now, get married by

I want to leave you now but my heart says, neither do I

Well, I don’t want a mountain rainbow, [here while] in town

Well, and my girl and Mary Lou my love comes down

 

Now it’s a tune a week, more happy tunes that they sang

And she dances me for the merry gift I can bring

Well, that wide old mountain stands so high, mighty and blue

O Mary Lou, can't you see I love you too?

 

I want to leave you now but my heart's too slow

I want to leave you, Mary Lou, but my heart says don't go

Now so I'm sitting down in this old café alone

Am I going to leave you now and my dear old happy home

 

Mary Lou, I Love You Too. 196703>10

 

 

Dress It Up, Better Have It All (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Oh, Mo's feet and it hang, can't you see? I groan

She says, Oh, what's right. I said, Jesus, don't take it at all

She's a past-cold beauty, but she can't light a cannonball

 

Now, down by the river she's a-hop on her knees

And I holler to my baby, yelling, Please, please, please!

Oh, then I hit her and doubt my chase at all

Now, no hoax, let's go but it's that pure soul, and it's off the ball

 

Now, honey, I'm makin' a hot to road

I'm happy to leaving, but it's a heavy load

I said, Oh, my babe. She don't meet me no half at all

Dress it up, best to pay my love, better have it all

 

Oh, let’s shake it up

 

Well, hot dog, goody me, sitting on a trail

Down upon my knees I can't find my [Kerry]... find a nail

She all got pleased, oh, better hold mine up

Please, lеt's go, an' I hope it don't interrupt

 

Oh, do it again, now, one time for the Bozo and his dog

 

Hot skimmin’, jumpaway, yay, yay, yay, yay

 

I hope it come easy, I hope it come hard

I hope I sit in the down yard, sitting in the chicken yard

Open up it Henry, get that boy on home

Help his mama he's all been gone too long

 

And once again now. Oh, sounds so sweet

 

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Minstrel Boy (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York, #1. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 10

 

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna let it down and roll?

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna throw it all or let him go home?

 

Oh, he loved living, in this cell

Go try teach him, but I can't tell

When he loved it down in blue

With all his ladies he's lonely still

 

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna let it roll?

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna throw it low or let him go home?

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York, #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna let it down and roll?

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna throw it all and let him go home?

 

Oh, he loved living, in this cell

Go try teach him, but I can't tell

When he loved it down in blue

With all his ladies he's lonely still

 

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna let it roll?

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna throw it low and let him go home?

 

31 August 1969, Isle of Wight, released on The Bootleg Series Volume 10

 

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna let it roll?

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?

 

Oh lucky he's driving a long long time

And he's just on top of the hill

[???] [a long way] down

With all of them ladies, though he's lonely still

 

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna let it roll?

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?

 

Well, he's deep in number and heavy on toll

Mighty Mockingbird, he still has such a heavy load

Beneath his boundries, what more I can tell

With all his traveling I'm still on that road

 

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna let it roll?

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?

 

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna let it roll?

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?

 

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What's It Gonna Be When It Comes Up (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

[Lead her] but I, no, no, no, no don't do that no more

Yes, oh baby, oh baby doll, well she don't [tend] do that no more

Well, she's no, no calm a reason but my holy rags

You got a holy book, now she's too much, I tell you

 

Oh, yes, I'm on this one-room Cadillac, just a takin' in the breeze

If I was a chicken now, I'd just wanna hear myself sneeze

Mmm, somethin' sure looks good goin' down boys

But ah, what's it gonna do when it comes up

 

Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, boo, booo, ohh

Mmm, so good to see you friend, I'm so telling you

 

[???]

 

Mmm, gonna tell you when it hurts, it hurts

Now dog get me out of here quick before my master comes

 

Ba, ba, ba, ba, bo, ba, ba, ba, bo, ba, ba, ba, bo, bi ba, da, ba, ba, bo, bi, ba, ba, bo, bo, da, bi, ba, da, bi bo, ba

Oh yeah!

 

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900 Miles

Traditional. Arranged by Bob Dylan. First performed March - October 1967

 

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

 

Oh, Yeah, [I wore] a diamond ring

This train I be ride, [I’ll be home tomorrow night]

For I'm 900 miles from my home

I was          ???            ], she was long but she was

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York.#2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

But I'm down here on the track, not a shirt upon my back

I will sell to you this island that I own

Yes, I feed the mouths I took, but as down winds on the brook

Lord, I'm 900 miles from my home

 

If my old lady she says so, I'll railroad no more

Sidetrack this engine but still roam

Yes, I've given in my call, I've gladly given it all

'Cause I'm 900 miles from my home

 

If I get down by the dike and the river still does run

Yes and everything I see turns to foam

Even down on the ocean side, well, she don't wait in just to bang my pride

'Cause I'm 900 miles from my home

 

Oh, Mary don't you moan, don't you weep on the brow

Oh, Mary don't you weep and don't you moan

If I get myself in line, I will be there in due time

'Cause I'm 900 miles from my home

 

900 Miles. 196703>10#1#2

 

 

Wild Wolf (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967.

 

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

 

Now the ruins are barely rolling and the [nations] can't agree

And all that, all the nations, but nobody feels very sorry for me

If I lost everything of all the [saving] grace

But I can't help this all

The day I be, se sure is standing

 

Now', the holy book is written, oh, it ain't all hard, it aint

As for a natural warning, but nobody done yet understand

Just like Pharaoh and his armies

They were made of a solid [???]

Yes and old bad wolf's gonna howl his way from warning

 

Holed in some big cavern, I would sit and wait

Calling my children [???] but I just don't mean to hesitate

And if I was a master leader, I would attempt to laugh and rage

Yet the wild wolf he's big old belly [give night or day]

 

Wild Wolf. 196703>10

 

 

Goin' To Acapulco (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

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

 

I'm going down to Rose Marie's, she never does me wrong

She puts it to me plain as day and gives it to me for a song

It's a wicked life but what the hell, everybody's got to eat

And I'm just the same as anyone else, when it comes to scratching for my meat

 

Going to Acapulco, going on the run

Going down to see soft gut, going to have some fun

Yeah, going to have some fun

 

Now, whenever I get up and can't find what I need

I just make it down to Rose Marie's and get something quick to eat

It's not a bad way to make a living and I ain't complaining' none

Oh, I can pull my plum, and drink my rum and then go on home and have my fun

 

Going to Acapulco, going on the run

Going down to see soft gut, going to have some fun

Yeah, going to have some fun

 

Now, if someone offers me a joke, I just say no thanks

I try to tell it like it is and keep away from pranks

Now, every time you know when the well breaks down, I just go pump on it some

Rose Marie, she likes to go to big places and just set there waitin' for me to come

 

Going to Acapulco, going on the run

Going down to see soft gut, going down some fun

Yeah, going to have some fun

 

Goin' To Acapulco. 196703>10

 

 

Gonna Get You Now (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

April or Early May 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York (Info Sid Griffin)

October 1967, Rick Danko's & Levon Helm's Home, Wittenberg Road, Woodstock, New York. (Info Olof Björner) Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

...now

Word to your grandma, come on home

 

Well, I shot on a winning afternoon, drama ain't cold and brown

Late last night on the top, she was heading to calling me 'round

Gonna get you now

Gonna get you now

Word to your grandma, come on home

 

Well, I was daydreaming on Sunday, Monday came both ways

Fixed on, man, it don’t bother me, but I can’t seem to get is straight

Gonna get you now

Gonna get you now

Word to your grandma, you best come home

 

Gonna Get You Now. 196703>10

 

 

If I Were A Carpenter (Tim Hardin)

First performed March - October 1967

 

October 1967, Rick Danko's & Levon Helm's Home, Wittenberg Road, Woodstock, New York. (Info Olof Björner) Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

...                                                  and you were a lady

Would you marry me anyway? Would you have my baby?

 

If I was a miller, at a mill wheel grinding

Would you miss your color blouse and your soft shoe shining?

 

Save my love for loneliness, save my love for sorrow

I'm given you my onliness, come give me your tomorrow

 

If I was a carpenter and you were a lady

Would you marry me anyway? Would you have my baby?

 

If I was a carpenter, baby, then would you love me?

Answer me, babe, Yes I would, I'll put you high above me

 

Save my love through loneliness, save my love for sorrow

I'm given you my onliness, come give me your tomorrow

 

If I was, I was a carpеnter and you were a lady

Would you marry mе anyway?

Would you marry me anyway?

Would you marry me anyway?

Would you have my baby?

 

If I Were A Carpenter. 196703>10

 

 

Goin' Down The Road Feelin' Bad (Woody Guthrie, Lee Hays)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

I'm goin' down that old dusty road

Yes, I'm going' down that old dusty road

I'm goin' down that old dusty road, lord, lord

And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way

 

It takes a ten-dollar shoe on my feet

Yes, a ten-dollar shoe on my feet

I get a ten-dollar shoe on my feet, lord, lord

And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way

 

I'm goin' where the water taste like wine

I'm goin' where the water taste like wine

I'm goin' where the water taste like wine

And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way

 

I'm goin' down this road feeling bad

I'm goin' down this road feeling bad

I'm goin' down this road feeling bad, lord, lord

And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way

 

I'm goin' where the chilly winds don't blow

I'm goin' where the chilly winds don't blow

I'm goin' where the chilly winds don't blow

And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way

 

I'm goin' down this road feeling bad

I'm goin' down this road feeling bad

I'm goin' down this road feeling bad, lord, lord

And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way

No, I ain't gonna be treated this a-way

 

Goin' Down The Road Feelin' Bad. 196703>10

 

 

Next Time On The Highway (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

First time on the highway, I was six years old

She saw me empty, was lined up with gold

Next time on the highway was told in desire

Third time on the highway she got failing and fire

Soon then on the highway but don't set me free

Next time on the highway gonna be the death of me

 

Well, the third time on the highway, it was 1910

They was treating the women just like they was treating the men

Next time on the highway, it was 1912

Treating your brother just like treat yourself

Third time on the highway it don’t matter to me

Next time on the highway gonna be the death of me

 

(Dylan talking in the background

Yes, it’s just Richard playing that piano

Poor Richard who did it

playing that piano with that shit face

Yes, I’ll do that, I’m gonna piss on that piano

 

Well the next first time on the blanket I was smoking my cigarette

Next you know-

 

Next Time On The Highway. 196703>10

 

 

Luisa or Louisa. (The Spanish Song) (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

May-October 1967, Rick Danko's & Levon Helm's Home, Wittenberg Road, Woodstock, New York. #1. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Only tonight, Caloysa, Caloysa, she's all may not her daughter (Woow, wooha)

Lisa, oh, oh, Lisa, wont you please, ah, me [ ??? ] (Woow, wooha)

[ ??? ], she's on it for cento’s [ ??? ]

[ ??? ], she's all straight [ ??? ] but she's already mellow for me (Woow, wooha)

 

[ Spanish ], may lady tomorrow, maybe she comes, maybe she don't (Woow, wooha)

[                                             ???                                    ] my way (Woow, wooha)

Oh, [ ??? ] when we're kissing, she knows what she's missing as she always takes me for a [???]

Life I good old better, you know that I let her, but she don't have some better for me

 

You wanna tape this one?

 

May-October 1967, Rick Danko's & Levon Helm's Home, Wittenberg Road, Woodstock, New York. #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Oh, Leta [                   ???                     ] for me (Woow, wooha)

Now, when I swear, I would be there I know just like be there [???] my way past her gate (Wow, woha)

Leta [Lanciello] [                   ???               ] but I just on wasted away

But I roam as I find her, then take my [???], I wan't say my Leta away (Woow, wooha)

 

Well, she [         ???           ], she [laughing], she says, she laught in my face and she ran away (Wow, woha)

And I took my [???] and layed her down into the [???], she said, Bob, oh me (Woow, wooha) (Ootcha baby)

 

The Spanish Song. 196703>10#1#2

 

 

Born In Bethlehem (?)

March – October 1967. Missing Basement Tapes. Mentioned In Isis

 

 

Cellar Instrumental Number 1 (?)

March – October 1967. Missing Basement Tapes. Mentioned In Isis

 

 

Down In The Hollow (?)

March – October 1967. Missing Basement Tapes. Mentioned In Isis

 

 

Hey Bob Diddley (?)

March – October 1967. Missing Basement Tapes. Mentioned In Isis

 

 

Dumb Diddy Dumb (?)

March – October 1967. Missing Basement Tapes. Mentioned In Isis

 

 

No Shoes On My Feet (?)

March – October 1967. Missing Basement Tapes. Mentioned In Isis

 

 

On A Rainy Afternoon [2] (?)

March – October 1967. Missing Basement Tapes. Mentioned In Isis

 

 

Still In Love With You (?)

March – October 1967. Missing Basement Tapes. Mentioned In Isis

 

 

You Bet Your Life (?)

March – October 1967. Missing Basement Tapes song Mentioned by Rick Danko

 

 

Can I Get A Racehorse? (Bob Dylan)

March – October 1967. Missing Basement Tapes song Mentioned Garth Hudson. Information in Clinton Heylin's Revolution in the air: the songs of Bob Dylan, 1957-1973

 

 

Greasy Nellie (?)

March – October 1967. Missing Basement Tapes song Mentioned By Nick Garrett, Interviewing Robbie Robertson

 

 

Silent Weekend (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

Silent weekend, my baby she gave it to me

Silent weekend, my baby she gave it to me

She's hopin' it be hard bt at sleepin' then we part

And she's leavin' me down in misery

 

Silent weekend, my baby she took me by the heart

Silent weekend, my baby she took me by the heart

She's thinkin' about disposing but I know I know she's dozin'

And she's tearing me all apart

 

Silent weekend, oh Lord, I wish Monday would come

Silent weekend, oh Lord, I sure wish Monday would come

She's all mad and she's leavin' but I hate to see her grievin'

But I just can't sit here playin' dumb

 

Well, I done a whole lotta thinkin'

'Bout a whole lot of cheatin'

And I, maybe I did please

But I just oh might tease

After making our peace

Puts you down on my bended knees

 

Silent weekend, man alive, I'm burnin' up on my brain

Silent weekend, man alive, I'm burnin' up on my brain

She knows I'm just teasin' but she's all misbelieving

And I ain't gonna do it again

 

Silent Weekend. 196710??

 

 

See That My Grave Is Kept Clean = One Kind Favor

One Kind Favor (Blind Lemmon Jefferson

First performed Late September 1961 New York City, New York. For full information see the main page for this song in  the main page for this song in Volume 1

 

October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

                             kind favor I ask of you

Yes, there's one kind favor I'll ask of you

Won't you please see that my grave is kept clean

 

Now, there's six white horses in the burying ground

Well, there's six white horses in the burying ground

Well, there's six white horses in the burying ground

All standin' in line when they lay my body down

 

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

Yes, there's one kind favor I'll ask of you

Yes, there's just one kind favor I'll ask of you

Won't you please see that my grave is kept clean

 

VARIATIONS. See the main page for this song in Volume 1

 

See That My Grave Is Kept Clean. 196710??

 

Wildwood Flower (Traditional)

First performed March - October 1967

 

October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

I'll play with my mingles of raven black hair

In the valey so sweet and the lillys so fair

And the [???] leaf wil be gone by the hour

Oh, the [???] with my pale wildwood flower

 

Now it's only forsaken my own hauted love

And the sweet books you read in the bible school above

And the dawn, my love, [???] but I know it [?]

[???] in my own wildwood flower

 

Wildwood Flower. 196710??

 

 

She'll Be Coming Round The Mountain Traditional. Arr. Bob Dylan

First performed March - October 1967

 

October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

She'll be coming around the mountain when she comes

She'll be coming around the mountain when she comes

She'll be ridin' six white horses

She'll be ridin' six white horses

She'll be ridin' six white horses when she comes

 

She'll be eating a ton of grain when she comes

(The band ???) when she comes

(The band ???) you old red rooster

(The band ???) red rooster when she comes

 

Comin' 'round [?]

(The band ???)

 

She'll Be Coming Round The Mountain. 196710??

 

 

The Flight Of The Bumble Bee (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

October 1967, Big Pink's Basement, Stoll Road, West Saugerties, New York. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

It's the flight, the flight of the farm bumblebee

Yes, it's the flight, it's the flight of the bumblebee

Yes, it's the flight, that mean old flight

That mean old flight of the bumblebee

 

Buzz-buzz-buzz

 

Well, it's that flight, yes, it's that flight in the night of that old bumblebee

Yes, it's that flight, that flight of the night when it's light

Now, the birds they fly, that's where you'll find that ol' bumblebee

 

Mean old bumblebee, crawling around the door

I give him all my candy but he keeps coming back for more

That mean ol' bumblebee, can’t take a break

I'm scratching on that bumblebee

Scratching still, I'm scratching on that old bumblebee

 

The Flight Of The Bumble Bee. 196710??

 

 

All You Have To Do Is Dream (Bob Dylan)

First performed March - October 1967

 

October 1967, Rick Danko's & Levon Helm's Home, Wittenberg Road, Woodstock, New York. #1. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

If the farmer has no silo and his fuel cost runs up high

Well, that's just how much I would love you, if you'd just only let me try

In some nice young up to date kitchen, let us get acquainted, dear

And them old floor birds will just quit eatin' and just grin from ear to ear

 

Two floor birds and a prudent baby chick, yes, that ain't, that ain't much to bust

But restriction causes damage and damage causes lust

So poor little girl, come blow this horn hard as any horn might seem

It's very easily done actually, all you have to do is dream

 

Well, old back scrappers are a dime a dozen and I can get a call for a nickel

Yes, but look what an earful I get and it's all awful too, every time I try to go get me a little tickle

So, gimme one sweet loaf of bread, just one sweet loaf, fill it up and I'll be gone

Yes, just like some of these old floor birds, who fly from dawn to dawn

 

Oh, yes, who fly from dawn to dawn

Yes, who fly from dawn to dawn

Oh, fly from dawn to dawn

 

October 1967, Rick Danko's & Levon Helm's Home, Wittenberg Road, Woodstock, New York. #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11

 

If the farmer has no silo and his fuel cost runs him up very high

That's just how much I'd love you if you'd just only let me try

In some nice young up to date kitchen, let us get acquainted, dear

And them old floor birds will just quit eatin' just grin from ear to ear

 

Two floor birds and a prudent baby chick, yes, that ain't much to bust

But restriction causes damage and damage causes lust

So poor little girl, come blow this horn hard as any horn might seem

It's very easily done actually, all you have to do is dream

 

Well, those old horse back scrappers are a dime a dozen and I can get a call for a nickel

But look what an earful I get and it's all awful too, every time I try to go get a little tickle

Gimme just one sweet loaf of bread, fill it up and I'll be gone

Yes, just like some old floor birds who just fly’s from dawn to dawn

 

Yes, who fly from dawn to dawn

Look at that old floorbird he just flys from dawn to dawn

Look at that crazy floor bird, oh, fly from dawn to dawn

Another floor bird, he flys from dawn to dawn

 

VARIATIONS All You Have To Do Is Dream. Compared with #1, released on The Bootleg Series Volume 11, recorded March – October 1967

 

If the farmer has no silo and his fuel cost runs up high

     If the farmer has no silo and his fuel cost runs him up very high                      Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

Well, that's just how much I would love you, if you'd just only let me try

     That's just how much I'd love you if you'd just only let me try                           Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

In some nice young up to date kitchen, let us get acquainted, dear

And them old floor birds will just quit eatin' and just grin from ear to ear

 

Two floor birds and a prudent baby chick, yes, that ain't, that ain't much to bust

     Two floor birds and a prudent baby chick, yes, that ain't much to bust           Mar–Oct 1967, Basement Tapes#2

But restriction causes damage and damage causes lust

So poor little girl, come blow this horn hard as any horn might seem

It's very easily done actually, all you have to do is dream

 

Well, old back scrappers are a dime a dozen and I can get a call for a nickel

     Well, those old horse back scrappers are a dime a dozen and I can get a call for a nickel    March-Oct 1967, #2

Yes, but look what an earful I get and it's all awful too, every time I try to go get me a little tickle

     But look what an earful I get and it's all awful too, every time I try to go get a little tickle        March-Oct 1967, #2

So, gimme one sweet loaf of bread, just one sweet loaf, fill it up and I'll be gone

     Gimme just one sweet loaf of bread, fill it up and I'll be gone                                                       March-Oct 1967, #2

Yes, just like some of these old floor birds, who fly from dawn to dawn

     Yes, just like some old floor birds who just fly’s from dawn to dawn                                           March-Oct 1967, #2

 

Oh, yes, who fly from dawn to dawn

Yes, who fly from dawn to dawn

Oh, fly from dawn to dawn

 

Yes, who fly from dawn to dawn                                                                                                             March-Oct 1967, #2

Look at that old floorbird he just flys from dawn to dawn                                                                    March-Oct 1967, #2

Look at that crazy floor bird, oh, fly from dawn to dawn                                                                      March-Oct 1967, #2

Another floor bird, he flys from dawn to dawn                                                                                       March-Oct 1967, #2

 

All You Have To Do Is Dream. 196710??#1#2