Volume 12. Selfportrait and Dylan (A Fool Such As I)

 

 

Living The Blues (Bob Dylan)

First performed 24 April 1969, Nashville Tennessee

 

24 April 1969, Nashville Tennessee, Columbia Recording studio, 1st Selfportrait session,#6. Released on Selfportrait

 

Since you’ve been gone I’ve been walking around with my head bowed down to my shoes

I’ve been living the blues every night without you

 

I don’t have to go far to know where you are, strangers all give me the news

I’ve been living the blues, every night without you

 

I think that it’s best, I soon get some rest and forget my pride

But I can’t deny this feeling that I carry for you deep down inside

 

If you see me this way you’d come back and you’d stay, oh, how could you refuse

I’ve been living the blues every night without you

 

I think that it’s best, I soon get some rest and forget my pride

But I can’t deny this feeling that I carry for you deep down inside

 

If you see me this way you’d come back and you’d stay, oh, how could you refuse

I’ve been living the blues every night without you

I’ve been living the blues every night without you

I’ve been living the blues every night without you

 

VARIATIONS Living The Blues. Compared with the take released on Selfportrait, recorded 24 April 1969, #6

 

Since you’ve been gone I’ve been walking around with my head bowed down to my shoes

I’ve been living the blues every night without you

 

I don’t have to go far to know where you are, strangers all give me the news

I’ve been living the blues, every night without you

     And I’ve been living the blues, every night without you                                              1 May 1969, Nashville, BS15-3

 

I think that it’s best, I soon get some rest and forget my pride

     I think that it’s best, I’d soon get some rest, forget my pride                                     1 May 1969, Nashville, BS15-3

But I can’t deny this feeling that I carry for you deep down inside

 

If you see me this way you’d come back and you’d stay, oh, how could you refuse

I’ve been living the blues every night without you

 

I think that it’s best, I soon get some rest and forget my pride

But I can’t deny this feeling that I carry for you deep down inside

 

If you see me this way you’d come back and you’d stay, oh, how could you refuse

I’ve been living the blues every night without you

I’ve been living the blues every night without you

I’ve been living the blues every night without you

 

Living The Blues.19690424#6

 

 

Take Me As I Am (Or Let Me Go) (Boudleaux Bryant)

First performed 26 April 1969, Nashville Tennessee

 

26 April 1969, Nashville Tennessee, Columbia Recording studio, 2nd Selfportrait session. Released on Selfportrait

 

Why must you always try to make me over, take me as I am or let me go

White lilies never grow on stalks of clover, take me as I am or let me go

 

You're trying to reshape me in a moment, in the image of someone you used to know

I won't be a stand-in for an old love, take me as I am or let me go.

 

You've tried to change me ever since you've met me, take me as I am or let me go

If you cannot overlook my faults, forget me, take me as I am or let me go

 

You're trying to reshape me in a mould love in the image of someone you used to know

But I won't be a stand-in for an old love, take me as I am or let me go

 

Take Me As I Am (Or Let Me Go). 19690426

 

 

Let It Be Me (Gilbert Bécaud, Manny Curtis, Pierre Delanoë

First Dylan performance 26 April 1969, Nashville Tennessee

 

26 April 1969, Nashville Tennessee, Columbia Recording studio, 2nd Selfportrait session. Released on Selfportrait

 

I bless the day I found you, I hold my arms around you, and so I beg you, let it be me

 

Now, don’t take this heaven from one, if you must cling to someone, now and forever, let it be me

 

Each time we meet, love, I find complete love, without your sweet love, what would life be

 

So, never leave me lonely, tell me that you love me only and say you’ll always let it be me

 

So, never leave me lonely, tell me you love me only and say you’ll always let it be me

 

1 May 1981, Los Angeles, California, Clover Recorders. 13th Shot Of Love recording session, released on The Bootleg Series Volume 16

 

I bless the day I found you, I want to stay around you, now and forever, let it be me

 

Don’t take this heaven from one, if you must cling to someone, now and forever, let it be me

 

Each time we meet, love, I find complete love, without your sweet love, what would life be

 

So, never leave me lonely, say me that you love me only, now and forever, let it be me

 

Each time we meet, love, I find complete love, without your sweet love, what would life be

 

So, never leave me lonely, say me that you love me only, now and forever, let it be me

 

I bless the day I found you, I want to stay around you, now and forever, let it be me

 

Each time we meet, love, I find complete love, without your sweet love, what would life be

 

So, never leave me lonely, say me that you love me only

Now and forever, let it be me, now and forever, let it be me, now and forever, let it be me

 

 

Let It Be Me. 19690426, 810501, 811029

 

 

Running (Bob Dylan)

First Dylan performance 26 April 1969, Nashville Tennessee

 

26 April 1969, Nashville Tennessee, Columbia Recording studio, 2nd Selfportrait session. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1969-2-13

 

[Look my living and times are low]

[I see it, baby, but you might know]

you got me running, I just can't stay

sorry, little girl but this poor boy's going away

 

Well, have it on the living and looking at the ships

I can't stay, I'm on a leave, I make a trip

I'm running, I just can't stay

Well, I'm sorry, little girl but this poor boy's going away

 

Well, let's go away now

 

Well, over down the corner looking down on my watch

Poor feet and I just can't touch

I'm running, I just can't stay

Well, I'm sorry, little girl but this poor boy's running away

 

Oh'let's go out

 

Running.19690426

 

 

Take A Message To Mary (Felice Bryant/Boudleaux Bryant)

First performed 3 May 1969, Nashville Tennessee

 

3 May 1969, Nashville Tennessee, Columbia Recording Studio, 3rd Selfportrait session. Released on Selfportrait

 

(These are the words of a frontier lad who lost his love when he turned bad)

 

Take a message to Mary, but don't tell her where I am

Take a message to Mary, but don't say I'm in a jam

You can tell her that I had to see the world, tell her that my ship set sail

You can say she'd better not wait for me, but don't tell her I'm in jail, oh, don't tell her I'm in jail.

 

Take a message to Mary, but don't tell her what I've done

Please, don't mention the stagecoach and the shot from a callous gun

You can tell her that I had to change my plans and cancel out the wedding-day

But please, don't mention my lonely cell where I'm gonna pine away, until my dying-day.

 

Take a message to Mary but don't tell her all you know

My heart is aching for Mary, Lord knows I miss her so

Just tell her that I went to Timbuktu, tell her that I'm searching for gold

You can say she better find someone new to cherish and to hold, oh Lord, this cell is so cold.

 

VARIATIONS Take A Message To Mary. Compared with the take released on Selfportrait, recorded 3 May 1969,the 3rd Selfportrait sessions. There are no take numbers given, but otherwise than mentioned in Still on the Road, there is a slight difference in the words used in the Selpportait-track and the one released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1969, see below

 

Take a message to Mary, but don't tell her where I am

Take a message to Mary, but don't say I'm in a jam

You can tell her that I had to see the world, tell her that my ship set sail

You can say she'd better not wait for me, but don't tell her I'm in jail, oh, don't tell her I'm in jail.

 

Take a message to Mary, but don't tell her what I've done

Please, don't mention the stagecoach and the shot from a callous gun

You can tell her that I had to change my plans and cancel out the wedding-day

But please, don't mention my lonely cell where I'm gonna pine away, until my dying-day.

 

Take a message to Mary but don't tell her all you know

My heart is aching for Mary, Lord knows I miss her so

Just tell her that I went to Timbuktu, tell her that I'm searching for gold

     Tell her that I went to Timbuktu, tell her that I'm searching for gold                            26 Apr 1969, ANN1969-2-14

You can say she better find someone new to cherish and to hold, oh Lord, this cell is so cold.

 

Take A Message To Mary. 19690503#1?#2?

 

 

Blue Moon (Lorenz Hart, Richard Rogers)

First performed 3 May 1969, Nashville Tennessee

 

3 May 1969, Nashville Tennessee, Columbia Recording Studio, 3rd Selfportrait session. Released on Selfportrait

 

Blue moon, you saw me standing alone

Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own

 

Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for

You heard me saying a prayer for someone I really could care for

 

And suddenly there appeared before me

The only one my arms could ever hold

I heard someone whisper, "Please, adore me"

And when I looked, my moon had turned to gold

 

Blue moon, now I'm no longer alone

Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own

Without a love of my own

 

Blue Moon.19690503#1?#2?#3?

 

 

Slippin' And Slidin' (Little Richard)

First performed 14 July 1969, Edwardsville, Illinois

 

 

Dark Woods (Bob Dylan)

1969 – 1971. Lyrics In The Bob Dylan Archive, Tulsa, Oklahoma

 

 

Lonely For You (Bob Dylan)

1969 – 1971. Lyrics In The Bob Dylan Archive, Tulsa, Oklahoma

 

 

Oh, Why Can't I Sleep (Bob Dylan)

1969 – 1971. Lyrics In The Bob Dylan Archive, Tulsa, Oklahoma

 

 

Senior Prom (Bob Dylan, The Band)

1969 – 1971. Mentioned By Tim Dunn In His Book The Bob Dylan Copyright Files 1962-2007

 

 

You Got To Fall (Bob Dylan)

1969 – 1971. Lyrics In The Bob Dylan Archive, Tulsa, Oklahoma

 

 

Off The Deep End (Bob Dylan)

1969 – 1971. Lyrics In The Bob Dylan Archive, Tulsa, Oklahoma

 

 

Air To Breathe (Bob Dylan)

1970. Copyrighted May 1970

 

 

Too Soon An' Time Behind (Bob Dylan)

1970. Lyrics Printed In Tim Dunn’s The Bob Dylan Copyright Files 1962-2007 Lyrics 1962-2001

 

 

Pretty Saro (Bob Dylan)

First performed 3 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

3 March 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 4th Selfportrait session, #1or#4. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 10

 

Down in some lone valley, in a sad lonesome place

Where the wild birds do all their notes to increase

Farewell pretty Saro, I bid you Adieu

But I dream of pretty Saro wherever I go

 

Well my love she won't have me, so I understand

She wants a freeholder who owns a house and land

I cannot maintain her with silver and gold

And all of the fine things that a big house can hold

 

If I was a poet and could write a fine hand

I'd write my love a letter that she'd understand

And write it by the river, where the waters overflow

But I dream of pretty Saro wherever I go

 

Pretty Saro. 19700303#1or#4

 

 

Little Sadie (Traditional, arr. Bob Dylan)

First performed 3 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

3 March 1970. New York City, New York, Columbia Recording studio, 4th Selfportrait session. Released on Selfportrair

 

Went out last night to take a little round, I met my Little Sadie and I blowed her down

I ran right home and I went to bed with a forty-four smokeless under my head

 

Went out last night to take a little round, I met my Little Sadie and I blowed her down

I ran right home and I went to bed with a forty-four smokeless under my head

 

I began to think what a deed I'd done, I grabbed my hat and I began to run

I made a good run but I ran too slow, they overtook me down in Jericho

 

Standing on a corner a ringing my bell, up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville

He said, "Young man is your name Brown, remember the night you lay ah blowed Sadie down?"

 

"Oh yes sir, my name is Lee, I murdered Little Sadie in the first degree

First degree and second degree, if you've got any papers will you serve them to me?"

 

Well, they took me down town and they dressed me in black, they put me on a train and they brought me back

I had no one to go my bail, they crammed me back into the county jail

 

The judge and the jury took their stand, the judge had the papers in his hand

Forty-one days, forty-one nights, forty-one years to wear the ball and stripes

 

Little Sadie. 19700303

 

Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay (Steve Cropper - Otis Redding)

First performed 3 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

Sittin' in the mornin' sun

I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come

Watching the ships roll in

And then I watch 'em roll away again, yeah

 

I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay

Watching the tide roll away

Ooh, I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay

Wastin' time

 

I left my home in Georgia

Headed for the 'Frisco bay

'Cause I've had nothing to live for

And look like nothin's gonna come my way

 

So I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay

Watching the tide roll away

Ooh, I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay

Wastin' time

 

Look like nothing's gonna change

Everything still remains the same

I can't do what ten people tell me to do

So I guess I'll remain the same, yes

 

Sittin' here resting my bones

And this loneliness won't leave me alone

It's two thousand miles I roamed

Just to make this dock my home

 

Now, I'm just gonna sit at the dock of the bay

Watching the tide roll away

Ooh-wee, sittin' on the dock of the bay

Wastin' time

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Went To See The Gypsy (Bob Dylan)

First performed 3 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

5 June 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 6th New Morning Recording session, #4. Released on New Morning

 

Went to see the gypsy, staying in a big hotel

He smiled when he saw me coming and he said, “Well, well, well”

His room was dark and crowded, lights were low and dim

“How are you?” he said to me, I said it back to him

 

I went down to the lobby to make a small call out

A pretty dancing girl was there and she began to shout

“Go on back to see the gypsy, he can move you from the rear

Drive you from your fear, bring you through the mirror

He did it in Las Vegas and he can do it here”

 

Outside the lights were shining on the river of tears

I watched them from the distance with the music in my ears

 

I went back to see the gypsy, it was nearly early dawn

The gypsy’s door was open wide but the gypsy was gone

And that pretty dancing girl, she could not be found

So I watched that sun come rising from the little Minnesota town

From that little Minnesota town

 

VARIATIONS Went To See The Gypsy. Compared with the take released on New Morning, recorded 5 June 1970, #4

 

Went to see the gypsy, staying in a big hotel

     I went to see the gypsy, staying in a big hotel                                                               3 Mar 1970, SPRS#1, BS10-1

He smiled when he saw me coming and he said, “Well, well, well”

     He smiled when he saw me coming and he whished me well                                    3 Mar 1970, SPRS#1, BS10-1

     He smiled when he saw me coming, he said, “Well, well, well”                        15 Jun 1970, NMRS#2?, BD1970-3

His room was dark and crowded, lights were low and dim

     His room was dark and crowded, the lights were low and dim                                   3 Mar 1970, SPRS#1, BS10-1

“How are you?” he said to me, I said it back to him

     “How are you?” he asked of me, and I asked the same of him                                  3 Mar 1970, SPRS#1, BS10-1

     “How are you?” he said to me, and I said the same to him                                       5 Mar 1970, SRS$6, BD1970-1

 

I went down to the lobby to make a small call out

A pretty dancing girl was there and she began to shout

“Go on back to see the gypsy, he can move you from the rear

     “Go on back to see the gypsy, he can rid you off your fear                                         3 Mar 1970, SPRS#1, BS10-1

     “You better come on back to see the gypsy, he can drive you from your fear     3 3 1970, SPRS$2, BD1970-1-4

     “Go on back to see the gypsy, he can drive you from your fear                        4 Mar 1970, SPRS#4, BD1970-1-7

Drive you from your fear, bring you through the mirror

He did it in Las Vegas and he can do it here”

     He did it in Las Vegas and he can do it here, he can do it here”                             5 Jun 1970, NMRS, #1, BS10-2

 

Outside the lights were shining on the river of tears 4 Mar 1970, SPRS#4, BD1970-1

     Oh, the lights were on the river, shining from outside                                                  3 Mar 1970, SPRS#1, BS10-1

     Outside the lights were shining on the river far and wide                                   3 Mar 1970, SPRS$2, BD1970-1-4

     Outside the lights were shining, shining all around                                              3 Mar 1970, SPRS$3, BD1970-1-5

I watched them from the distance with the music in my ears

     I contemplated every move, or at least I tried                                                                3 Mar 1970, SPRS#1, BS10-1

     I watched them from the distance, saw, at least I tried                                       3 Mar 1970, SPRS$2, BD1970-1-4

     I watched them from the distance,  saw the town                                                3 Mar 1970, SPRS$3, BD1970-1-5

     I watched them from the distance, or at least I tried                                            4 Mar 1970, SPRS#4, BD1970-1-7

 

I went back to see the gypsy, it was nearly early dawn

The gypsy’s door was open wide but the gypsy was gone

     The gypsy’s door was open but the gypsy was gone                                                   3 Mar 1970, SPRS#1, BS10-1

And that pretty dancing girl, she could not be found

     And that pretty dancing girl, oh, she could not be found                                              3 Mar 1970, SPRS#1, BS10-1

So I watched that sun come rising from the little Minnesota town, from that little Minnesota town

     So I watched that sun come rising in the little Minnesota town                                  3 Mar 1970, SPRS#1, BS10-1

     So I watched that sun come rising up from the little Minnesota town                     5 Jun 1970, NMRS, #1, BS10-2

From that little Minnesota town

 

Went To See The Gypsy. 19700303#1#2#3. 19700305$6, 19700305$6, 19700605#1#2?#4

 

 

In Search Of Little Sadie (Traditional, arr. Bob Dylan)

First performed 3 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

3 March 1970, Columbia Recording Studios, NYC, NY, 4th Self Portrait recording session. Released on Selfportrait

 

Went out last night just to take a little round, I met my little Sadie and I brought her down

I ran right home and I went to bed  with a .44 smokeless under my head

 

I began to think what a deed I done, I grabbed my head and I began to run

I made a good run but I run too slow, they overtook me down in Jericho

 

Standin’ on the corner as he's ringing' my bell, up stepped the sheriff of Thomasville

He says, "Young man is your name Brown?, remember you blowed little Sadie down?"

 

"Oh, yes sir my name is Lee, I murdered little Sadie in first degree"

"First degree and second degree, if you got any papers, will you serve them to me."

 

Well they took me downtown and they dressed me in black, they put me on a train and they sent me back

I had no one for to go my bail, they crammed me back into the county jail

 

Oh yes they did

 

Now the judge and the jury they took their stand, the judge had the papers in his right hand

Forty-one days, forty-one nights, forty-one years to wear the ball and stripes, oh no

 

Went out last night to take a little round, I met my little Sadie and I blowed her down

I run right home and I went to bed, a .44 smokeless under my head

 

In Search Of Little Sadie. 19700303

 

 

Belle Isle (Traditional, arr. Bob Dylan)

First performed 3 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

3 March 1970, Columbia Recording Studios, NYC, NY, 4th Self Portrait recording session. Released on Selfportrait

 

One evening for pleasure, I rambled to view the fair fields all alone

Down by the banks of Loch Eiron where beauty and pleasure were known

I spied a fair maid at her labor, which caused me to stay for a while

And I thought of her goddess of beauty, the blooming bright star of Bright Isle

 

I humbled myself to her beauty, fair maiden, where do you belong?

Are you from heaven descended, abiding is in Cupid's fair throne?

Young man, I will tell you a secret, it's true I'm a maid that is poor

And to part from my vows and my promise is more than my heart can endure

Therefore I remain at my service and go through all my hardship and toil

And wait for the lad that has left me all alone on the banks of Belle Isle

 

Young maiden, I wish not to banter, 't is true I come here in disguise

I came here to fulfil our last promise and hoped to give you a surprise

I own you're a maid I love dearly and you've been in my heart all the while

For me there is no other damsel than my blooming' bright star of Belle Isle

 

Belle Isle. 1900303

 

 

Universal Soldier (Buffy Sainte-Marie)

First performed 3 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

3 March 1970, Columbia Recording Studios, NYC, NY, 4th Self Portrait recording session, #1. Released on Bob Dylan 1970-1

 

He's a catholic, a hunk, an atheist, a Jain, a Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew

And he knows he shouldn't kill and he knows he always will

Kill for you, my friend, and me for you

 

He's five foot-two, and he's six feet-four, he fights with missiles and with spears

He's all of thirty-one and he's only seventeen

He's been a soldier for a thousand years

 

He's fighting for Canada, he's fighting for France, he's fighting for the USA

And he's fighting for the businessmen, he's fighting for Japan

And he thinks we'll put an end to war this way

 

Universal Soldier. 19700303

 

 

Copper Kettle (The Pale Moonlight) (Albert Frank Bedoe)

First performed 3 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

3 March 1970, Columbia Recording Studios, NYC, NY, 4th Self Portrait recording session. Released on Selfportrait

 

Get you a copper kettle, get you a copper coil

Fill it with new made corn mash and never more you'll toil

You'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright

Watch them jugs a-filling in the pale moonlight

 

Build you a fire with hickory, hickory, ash, and oak

Don't use no green or rotten wood, it'll get you by the smoke

We'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright

Watch them jugs a-filling in the pale moonlight

 

My daddy, he made whiskey, my granddaddy, he did too

We ain't paid no whiskey tax since 1792

We'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright

Watch them jugs a-filling in the pale moonlight,

In the pale moonlight

 

Copper Kettle (The Pale Moonlight).19700303

 

 

When A Fellow's Out Of A Job (Bob Dylan)

First performed 3 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

 

These Hands (Eddie Noack)

First performed 3 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

These hands aren't the hands of a gentleman

These hands are calloused and old

But these hands raised a family, these hands built a home

Now these hands raise to praise the Lord

 

These hands won the heart of my loved one

And with hers they were never alone

If these hands filled their task, then what more can one ask?

For these fingers have worked to the bone

 

Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like to be

My life ain't been a success

While some people have power, but still they grieve

While these hands have brought me happiness

 

Now I'm tired and I'm old and I ain't got much gold

Maybe things ain't been all that I planned

But Lord above, hear my plea, when it's time to take me

Take a look at these hard-workin' hands

 

These Hands. 19700303

 

 

It Hurts Me Too (Tampa Red, arr. Elmore James)

First performed 3 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

3 March 1970, Columbia Recording Studios, NYC, NY, 4th Self Portrait recording session. Released on Selfportrait

 

So run here baby, put your little hands in mine

I've got something to tell you, I know you're gonna change your mind

When things go wrong, so wrong with you, it hurts me too

 

I want you, baby, just to understand

I don't wanna be your boss, babe, I just wanna be your man

When things go wrong, so wrong with you, it hurts me too

 

Now when you go home, you don't have to get along

Come back to me, baby, where I live, that's where you belong

When things go wrong, so wrong with you, it hurts me too

 

I love you baby, and you know that it's true

I wouldn't mistreat you, baby, nothing in this world is like you

When things go wrong, so wrong with you, it hurts me too

Yes, when things go wrong, so wrong with you, it hurts me too

 

So run here baby, put your little hand in mine

I got something to tell you, baby, I know that will change your mind

When things go wrong, so wrong with you, don't you know it, don't you know it hurts me too

 

It Hurts Me Too. 19700303

 

 

The Boxer (Paul Simon)

First performed 3 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

3 March 1970, Columbia Recording Studios, NYC, NY, 4th Self Portrait recording session. Released on Selfportrait

 

I'm just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told

I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of numbles such are promises

All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest

Lai la lai, la la lai, la la lai lai

 

When I left my home and family, I was no more than a boy

In the company of strangers, in the quiet of the railroad station, running scared

Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go

Looking for the places only they would know

Lai la lai, la la lai, la la lai lai

Lai la lai, la lai la lai  la lai la lai lai lai lai

 

Asking only workman's wages, I come looking for a job but I get no offers

Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue

I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there

Oh la lai la lai la lai la lai la lai

 

Lai la lai, lai la lai la lai la lai

Lai la lai, lai la lai la lai la lai la,lai la lai

 

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, going home

Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me, leading me, going home

 

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade

And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down and cut him till he cried out

In his anger and his shame

"I am leaving, I am leaving", but the fighter still remains

 

Lai la la lai, lai la lai la lai la lai

Lai la lai, lai la lai la lai la lai

Lai la lai, lai la lai la lai la lai la, lai la lai

 

The Boxer. 19700303

 

 

I Can't Help but Wonder Where I'm Bound (Tom Paxton)

First performed 3 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

3 March 1970. New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 4th Selfportrair session, released on Bob Dylan 1970-1

 

I've got a buddy from home, he started out to roam and I hear that he's out by Frisco Bay

And sometimes when I got a few his voice comes coming through

I'm going out to see him some old day

 

And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound

Can't help but wonder where I'm bound

 

I Can't Help but Wonder Where I'm Bound. 19700303

 

 

Woogie Boogie (Bob Dylan)

First performed 3 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

3 March 1970. New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 4th Selfportrair session, #2. released on Selfportrait

 

Instrumental. Dylan plays piano

 

Woogie Boogie. 3March 1970

 

Thirsty Boots (Eric Andersen)

First performed 4 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

4 March 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio B, 5th Self Portrait recording session, #4. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 10

 

You've be long been on the open road, you've been sleepin in the rain

From the dirt of words and mud of cells, your clothes are smeared and stained

But the dirty words and muddy cells will soon be judged insane

So only stop and rest yourself till you are off again

 

So take off your thirsty boots and stay for a while

Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile

And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try

I'm just lookin' for the evening and the morning in your eyes

 

Now tell me of the ones you saw as far as you could see

Across the plain from field to town, the marching to be free

And of the rusted prison gates that tumbled by degree

Like laughing children one by one who looked like you and me

 

Then take off your thirsty boots and stay for a while

Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile

And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try

Just lookin' for the evening and the morning in your eyes

 

I know that you’re no stranger down the crooked rainbow trails

From dancing cliff-edged shattered sills of slender shackled jails

But the voices drift up from below as the walls are being scaled

And all of this and more my friend, your song shall not be failed

 

Then take off your thirsty boots and stay for a while

Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile

And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try

Just lookin' for the evening and the morning in your eyes

 

VARIATIONS Thirsty Boots. Compared with the take released on the Bootleg Series Volume 10, recorded 4 March 1907, #4

 

You've be long been on the open road, you've been sleepin in the rain

     You've long been on the open road, sleepin in the rain                                          4 Mar 1970, SPRS#1, BD1970-1

From the dirt of words and mud of cells, your clothes are smeared and stained

But the dirty words and muddy cells will soon be judged insane

So only stop and rest yourself till you are off again

 

So take off your thirsty boots and stay for a while

     Then take off your thirsty boots and stay for a while                                               4 Mar 1970, SPRS#1, BD1970-1

Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile

And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try

I'm just lookin' for the evening and the morning in your eyes

     Just lookin' for the evening and the morning in your eyes                                      4 Mar 1970, SPRS#1, BD1970-1

 

Now tell me of the ones you saw as far as you could see

     But tell me of the ones you saw as far as you could see                                        4 Mar 1970, SPRS#1, BD1970-1

Across the plain from field to town, the marching to be free

     Across the plain from field and town, the marching to be free                               4 Mar 1970, SPRS#1, BD1970-1

And of the rusted prison gates that tumbled by degree

Like laughing children one by one who looked like you and me

 

Then take off your thirsty boots and stay for a while

Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile

And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try

Just lookin' for the evening and the morning in your eyes

 

I know that you’re no stranger down the crooked rainbow trails

     I know you are no stranger down the crooked rainbow trails                                 4 Mar 1970, SPRS#1, BD1970-1

From dancing cliff-edged shattered sills of slender shackled jails

But the voices drift up from below as the walls are being scaled

     But the voices drift up from below as the walls there being scaled                       4 Mar 1970, SPRS#1, BD1970-1

And all of this and more my friend, your song shall not be failed

 

Then take off your thirsty boots and stay for a while

Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile

And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try

Just lookin' for the evening and the morning in your eyes

 

Thirsty Boots. 19700304#1#4

 

 

Tattle O-Day (Eric Andersen)

First performed 4 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

4 March 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio B, 5th Self Portrait recording session. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 10

 

I buyed me a little dog, color it was brown

I learned him to whistle, sing and dance and run

His legs they were fourteen yards long, his ears they were quite broad

Around the world in half a day and on him I could ride

Sing taddle o day

 

I buyed me a little bull about four inches high

Everybody feared him that ever heard him cry

When he begins to bellow, it made such melodious sound

Till all the walls in London town came tumbling to the ground

Sing taddle o day

 

I buyed me a flock of sheep, I thought they were all wethers

Sometimes they yielded wool, sometimes they yielded feathers

I think mine are the very best sheep for yielding me increase

For every full and change of the moon they bring both lambs and geese

Sing taddle o day

 

I buyed me a little box about four acres square

I filled it full of guineas and silver so fair

Oh, now I'm bound for Turkey, I'll travel like an ox

And in my breeches pocket, I'll carry my little box

Sing taddle o day

 

I buyed me a little hen, all speckled gay and fair

I sat her on an oyster shell, she hatched me out a hare

The hare it sprang a handsome horse, full fifteen hands high

And him that tells a bigger tale would have to tell a lie

Sing taddle o day

 

Tattle O-Day. 19700304

 

 

Railroad Bill (Traditional)

First performed May 1961, Minneapolis, Minnesota

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

 

4 March 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio B, 5th Self Portrait recording session. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 10

 

Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill, he never worked, and he never will and it's ride, ride, ride

 

Railroad Bill he was a mighty mean man, he shot the midnight lantern out of the brakeman's hand

And it's ride, ride, ride

 

Railroad Bill, you know he took a wife, said, if I didn't like it, he would take my life, I'm gonna ride, ride, ride

 

Goin' up the mountain, goin' out west, .38 special stickin' out of my vest

 

I'm gonna ride, ride, ride, find me a pistol just as long as my arm and shoot anybody who does me any harm

I'm gonna ride, ride, ride

 

Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill, he never worked, and he never will, ride, ride, ride

 

Honey, honey, honey, think that I'm a fool? Think I would quit you when the weather is cool? Ride, ride, ride

 

Railroad Bill. 196105??, 19700304

 

 

House Carpenter (Traditional)

First performed 20 or 22 November 1961

For full information see the min page for this song in Volume 12

 

4 March 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio B, 5th Selfportrait recording session. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 10

 

Well, met, well met, my own true love, well, met, well met, cried she

I've just returned from the salt, salt sea and it's all for the sake of thee

 

I could have married a King's daughter there, she would have married me

But I have refused the crown of gold and it's all for the sake of thee

 

If you could have married a King's daughter, dear, I'm sure you are to blame

For I am married to a house carpenter and he is a fine young man

 

If you forsake your house carpenter and fly away with me

I'll take you to where the grass grows green on the bank of sweet [Willy]

 

If I forsake my house carpenter and fly away with thee

What have you got to maintain me upon and keep me from slavery

 

I've six ship sailing on the salt sea, sailing from dry land

And a hundred and twenty jolly young men shall be at your command

 

She picked up her poor little babe, her kisses were one, two, three

And there she trod up on her way and shone like a glittering free

 

They had not been at sea two weeks, I'm sure it was not three

When this poor maid began to cry and she wept most bitterly

 

Oh, do you weep for your gold, he said, your houses, your land and your store?

Or do you weep for your house carpenter, the one you'll never see anymore. The one you'll never see anymore

 

I do not weep for my gold, she said, my houses, my land or my store

But I do weep for my poor little babe, who I'll never shall see anymore

 

They had not been at sea three weeks, I'm sure it was not four

When in the ship there sprang a great leak and she sank to arise no more. No, she sank to arise no more

 

Farewell, farewell, my own true love. Farewell, farewell cried she

How could I deserted my house carpenter and crave him in the depths of the sea

For a grave in the depths of the sea

 

Well met, well met my own true love, well met, well met, cried she

I've just returned from the salt, salt sea and it's all for the sake of thee

 

House Carpenter. 19700304

 

 

This Evening So Soon (Traditional)

First performed 4 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

4 March 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio B, 5th Selfportrait recording session. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 10

 

Tell old Bill, when he comes home this morning, tell old Bill, when he comes home this evening

Tell old Bill, when he comes home to leave them down-town girls alone

This morning, this evening, so soon

 

Old Sal was baking bread this morning, old Sal was baking bread this evening

Old Sal was baking bread when she found out that her Bill was dead

This morning, this evening, so soon

 

She said, Oh no, it can't be so, this morning, oh no, it can't be so, this evening

She said Oh no, it can't be so, my Bill left home about an hour ago

This morning, this evening, so soon

 

Well they brought Bill home in a hurry-up wagon this morning

They brought Bill home in a hurry-up wagon this evening

Well you know they brought Bill home in a hurry-up wagon, his arms, his legs, his feet were dragging

This morning, this evening, so soon, so soon, so soon, so soon

 

Tell old Bill, when he comes home this morning, tell old Bill, when he comes home this evening

Yes, tell old Bill, when he comes home, to leave them down-town girls alone

This morning, this evening, so soon, so soon, so soon

 

This Evening So Soon. 19700304

 

 

Days Of '49 (Warner, Lomax and Lomax)

First performed 4 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

4 March 1970. New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 5th Self Portrait session, released on Selfportrait

 

I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in the good old golden days

They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares I for praise

I wander around from town to town, just like a roving sign

And all the people say, there goes Tom Moore, in the days of '49

 

In the days of old, in the days of gold, how often times I repine

For the days of old when we dug up the gold, in the days of '49

 

My comrades they all loved me well, jolly saucy crew

A few hard cases I will recall though they all were brave and true

Whatever the pitch they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine

Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of '49

 

In the days of old, in the days of gold, how oft times I repine

For the days of old when we dug up the gold, in the days of '49

 

There was new york Jake, the butcher's boy, he was always getting tight

And every time that he'd get full he was spoiling for a fight

But Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old bob stein

And over jake they held a wake in the days of '49

 

In the days of old, in the days of gold, how often times I repine

For the days of old when we dug up the gold, in the days of '49

 

Oh

 

There was poker Bill, one of the boys who was always in a game

Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the same

He would ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatful blind

In the game with death Bill lost his breath, in the days of '49

Oh, my goodness

 

In the days of old, in the days of gold, in the day times I repine

In the days of old, in the days of gold, those were days of '49

 

There was ragshag Bill from Buffalo, i never will forget

He would roar all day and he'd roar all night and i guess he's roaring yet

One day he fell in a prospect hole, in a roaring bad design

And in that hole, he roared out his soul, in the days of '49

 

In the days of old, in the days of gold, how old times I repine

For the days of old when we dug up the gold, in the days of '49

 

oh, the comrades all that i've had, there's none that's left to boast

And I'm left alone in my misery, like some old poor wandering ghost

And i pass by from town to town, they call me the rambling sign

There goes tom moore, a bummer shore in the days of '49

 

In the days of old, in the days of gold, how often times I repine

For the days of old when we dug up the gold, in the days of '49

 

In the days of old, when we dug up the gold, wow oft times I repine

In the days of old. in the days of gold, in the days of '49

 

Days Of '49. 19700304

 

 

Annie's Going To Sing Her Song (Tom Paxton)

First performed 4 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

4 March 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 5th Self Portrait session, released on The Bootleg Series Volume 10

 

What's your hurry, Just watch this, this is one you mustn't miss

Annie's going to sing her song called "Take Me Back Again"

A drink for me, a drink for you, you're going to need a drink or two:

Annie's going to sing her song called "Take Me Back Again"

 

You never heard it sung before, I hear it twice a month or more

Complete with tears and sheepish grins, it only lacks the violins

The tune goes flat from time to time, the lyric sometimes it fails to rhyme

But Annie's going to sing her song called "Take Me Back Again"

 

Sometimes it lasts the whole night long, depends on how long she's been gone

I sit and look as hard as nails, she knows the damn thing never fails

Take the bottle, fill your cup, don't miss the part where I fold up

Annie's going to sing her song called "Take Me Back Again"

 

Annie's Going To Sing Her Song. 19700304

 

 

Early Morning Rain (Gordon Lightfoot)

First performed 4 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

4 March 1970. New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 5th Self Portrait session, released on Selfportrait

 

In the early mornin' rain, with a dollar in my hand

And an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand

I'm a long way from home and I missed my loved one so

In the early mornin' rain with nowhere to go

 

Out on runway number nine, big 707 set to go

I'm stuck here on the ground where the cold winds blow

The liquor tasted too good and the women all were fast

There she goes my friend, she's a rollin' down at last

 

Here the mighty engine's roar, see the silver bird on high

She's away in westward bound far above the clouds she'll fly

Where the mornin' rain don't fall and the sun always shines

She'll be flyin' over my home in about three hours time

 

This old airports got me down, it's no earthly good to me

'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I might be

You can't hop a jet plane like you can a freight train

So I best be on my way in the early mornin' rain

i

Early Morning Rain. 9700304

 

 

Wigwam (Bob Dylan)

First performed 4 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

4 March 1970. New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 5th Self Portrait session, released on Selfportrait

 

Pa-da-da-da-da-da

Pa-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da

La-da-da-di

 

La-da-da-da-da-da-da

La-da-da-da-da-da-da

La-da-da-da-da-da-di-da

La-da-da-da-da-da-di

 

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Ta-da-da-da

Ta-da-da-da-da, da-da-di

Ta-da-da-da-da

 

Ta-da-da-da

Ta-da-da-da

Ta-da-da-da-da-da

Ta-da-da-da

 

Ta-da-da-da-ta-da

Ta-da-di-da-da-da-di

La-da-da-di

La-da-da-di

 

La-da-di

Ta-da-di-da-di

Ta-da-da-di-di-di-di

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-ta-da

La-da-da-di

Tu-du-di-di-di-di-di

 

Wigwam. 19700304

 

 

Time Passes Slowly (Bob Dylan)

First performed 4 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

12 August 1970, New York City, New York, , Columbia Recording Studio, 8th New Morning Recording session, #8. Released on New Morning

 

Time passes slowly up here in the mountains

We sit beside bridges and walk beside fountains

Catch the wild fishes that float through the stream

Time passes slowly when you’re lost in a dream

 

Once I had a sweetheart, she was fine and good lookin’

We sat in her kitchen while her mama was cookin’

Staring out the window to the stars high above

Time passes slowly when you’re searchin’ for love

 

Ain’t no reason to go in a wagon to town

Ain’t no reason to go to the fair

Ain’t no reason to go up, ain’t no reason to go down

Ain’t no reason to go anywhere

 

Time passes slowly up here in the daylight

We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right

Like the red rose of summer that blooms in the day

Time passes slowly and fades away

 

VARIATIONS Time Passes Slowly. Compared with the track released on New Morning, recorded 12 August 1970, New Morning Recording session, #8

 

Time passes slowly up here in the mountains

We sit beside bridges and walk beside fountains

Catch the wild fishes that float through the stream

Time passes slowly when you’re lost in a dream

     Time passes slow when you’re lost in a dream                                                         1 May 1970, NMRS, #2, BS10-1

 

     Lalalalalalalalalalala                                                                                                       1 May 1970, NMRS, #2, BS10-1

     Lalalalalalalalalalala                                                                                                       1 May 1970, NMRS, #2, BS10-1

 

Once I had a sweetheart, she was fine and good lookin’

     Once I had a true love, she was fine and good lookin’                                  1 May 1970, NMRS#1($R), BD1970-1

We sat in her kitchen while her mama was cookin’

Staring out the window to the stars high above

Time passes slowly when you’re searchin’ for love

 

     Lalalalalalalalalalala                                                                                                       1 May 1970, NMRS, #2, BS10-1

     Lalalalalalalalalalala                                                                                                       1 May 1970, NMRS, #2, BS10-1

 

Ain’t no reason to go in a wagon to town

     Ain’t no reason to go in the morning town                                                                  1 May 1970, NMRS, #2, BS10-1

Ain’t no reason to go to the fair

Ain’t no reason to go up, ain’t no reason to go down

Ain’t no reason to go anywhere

 

Time passes slowly up here in the daylight

We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right

Like the red rose of summer that blooms in the day

     Like a cloud drifting over that covers the day                                                             1 May 1970, NMRS, #2, BS10-1

Time passes slowly and fades away

     Time passes slowly, then fades away                                                                         1 May 1970, NMRS, #2, BS10-1

 

Time Passes Slowly. 19700812#3#8, 19700501#1($R)#2($1)

 

 

Alberta (traditional, registered as Bob Dylan)

First performed 5 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

5 March 1970, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio B, NYC, NY, 6th Self Portrait recording session, #4. Released on Selfportrait as Alberta #1

 

Alberta, let your hair hang low, Alberta, let your hair hang low

I'll give you more gold than your apron can hold

If you'd only let your hair hang low

 

Alberta, what's on your mind, Alberta, what's on your mind

You keep me worried and bothered all of the time

Alberta what's on your mind

 

Alberta, don't you treat me unkind, Alberta, don't you treat me unkind

Oh, my heart is sad, cause I want you so bad

Alberta don't you treat me unkind

 

Alberta, let your hair hang low, Alberta, let your hair hang low

I'll give you more gold than your apron can hold

If you'll only let your hair hang low

 

5 March 1970, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio B, NYC, NY, 6th Self Portrait recording session, #2. Released on Selfportrait as Alberta #2

 

Alberta, let your hair hang low, Alberta, let your hair hang low

I'll give you more gold than your apron can hold

If you'd only let your hair hang low

 

Alberta, what's on your mind, Alberta, what's on your mind

You keep me worried and bothered all of the time

Alberta what's on your mind

 

Alberta, don't you treat me unkind, Alberta don't you treat me unkind

Oh, my heart is so sad cause I want you so bad

Alberta, don't you treat me unkind

 

Alberta let your hair hang low, Alberta let your hair hang low

I'll give you more gold than your apron can hold

If you'll only let your hair hang low

 

VARIATIONS Alberta. Compared with the track released on Selfportrait, recorded 5 March 1970, New York City, New York, the 6th Selfportrait recording session, #1

 

Alberta, let your hair hang low, Alberta, let your hair hang low

I'll give you more gold than your apron can hold

     I'll give you more gold than your apron strings can hold                                              5 Mar 1970, SRS. #3, BD10-1

If you'd only let your hair hang low

 

Alberta, what's on your mind, Alberta, what's on your mind

You keep me worried and bothered all of the time

Alberta what's on your mind

 

Alberta, don't you treat me unkind, Alberta don't you treat me unkind

Oh, my heart is so sad cause I want you so bad

     Oh, my poor heart is so sad cause I want you so bad                                               5 Mar 1970, SRS#3, BD1970-1

Alberta, don't you treat me unkind

 

Alberta let your hair hang low, Alberta let your hair hang low

I'll give you more gold than your apron can hold

If you'll only let your hair hang low

 

Alberta. 19700305$2#2#3#4#5

 

 

Little Moses (Bert A. Williams, Earle C. Jones)

First performed 5 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

5 March 1970, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio B, NYC, NY, 6th Self Portrait recording session, #2. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

Away by the river so clear (so clear). The ladies were winding their way (their way)

And Pharaoh's little daughter stepped down in the water

To bathe in the cool of the day (the day)

Before it was dark she opened the ark and found the sweet infant was there (Mmm mmm)

Before it was dark she opened the ark and found the sweet infant was there(Mmm mmm)

 

Away by the waters so blue (so blue), the infant was lonely and sad (and sad)

She took him in pity and thought him so pretty

And it made little Moses so glad (so glad)

She called him her own, her beautiful son and sent for a nurse that was near (Mmm mmm)

She called him her own, her beautiful son and sent for a nurse that was near (Mmm mmm)

 

Little Moses. 1970305

 

Things About Comin' My Way (Walter Vinson)

First performed 5 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

5 March 1970, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio B, NYC, NY, 6th Self Portrait recording session, #2-#3. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

Ain't got no money, can't find no crumb

[???]     [doing the belly rub]

Now after all my hard traveling

Things about coming my way

 

The pot was empty, the cupboard was bare

I said, mama, what's going on here

Now after all my hard traveling

Things about coming my way

 

Ain't got no money, can't find no room

[???]     [doing the belly rub]

Now I have to hold my hard traveling

Now I have to hold my hard traveling

After all

 

The rent was due, the light was out

I said, Mama, what's all this about

Now after all my hard traveling

Things about coming my way

 

Sister was sick, doctor couldn’t come

Cause we couldn't pay him no proper sum

Now after all my hard traveling

Things about coming my way

 

Things About Comin' My Way. 19700305

 

 

Untitled 1970 Instrumental (?)

First performed 5 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

5 March 1970, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio B, NYC, NY, 6th Self Portrait recording session, #2-#3. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

Instrumental.

 

Untitled 1970 Instrumental. 19700305

 

Come A Little Bit Closer (Tommy Boyce, Bobby Hart, Wes Farrell)

First performed 5 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

5 March 1970, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio B, 6th Self Portrait recording session. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

(Ah, ah, a, Come a little bit closer, lalala, lalalala, lalala, lalalala, lalala)

 

In a little cafe, south of the border

She was sitting there givin' me looks that made my mouth water

So I started walking her way, someone said, she belonged to Jose

And I knew, yes I knew I should leave when I heard her say

 

Come a little bit closer (Come a little bit closer, lalala, lalalala)

(Lalala, lalalala, lalala, lalalala, lalala, lalalala, lalala)

 

Come A Little Bit Closer. 19700305

 

All The Tired Horses (Bob Dylan)

First performed 5 March 1970, New York City, New York

 

5 March 1970, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio B, 6th Self Portrait recording session. Released on Self Portrait

 

(All the tired horses in the sun, how 'm I supposed to get any riding done? Hmm)

(All the tired horses in the sun, how 'm I supposed to get any riding' done? Hmm)

(All the tired horses in the sun, how 'm I supposed to get any riding' done? Hmm)

(All the tired horses in the sun, how 'm I supposed to get any riding' done? Hmm)

(All the tired horses in the sun, how 'm I supposed to get any riding' done? Hmm)

(All the tired horses in the sun, how 'm I supposed to get any riding' done? Hmm)

(All the tired horses in the sun, how 'm I supposed to get any riding' done? Hmm)

(All the tired horses in the sun, how 'm I supposed to get any riding' done? Hmm)

(All the tired horses in the sun, how 'm I supposed to get any riding' done? Hmm)

(All the tired horses in the sun, how 'm I supposed to get any riding' done? Hmm)

(All the tired horses in the sun, how 'm I supposed to get any riding' done? Hmm)

(All the tired horses in the sun, how 'm I supposed to get any riding' done? Hmm)

(All the tired horses in the sun, how 'm I supposed to get any riding' done? Hmm)

(All the tired horses in the sun, how 'm I supposed to get any riding' done? Hmm)

 

All the tired horses. 19700305