Volume 13. New Morning

 

 

Sign On The Window (Bob Dylan)

First performed 1 May 1970, New York City, New York

 

5 June 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 6th New Morning Recording session, #9. Released on New Morning.

 

Sign on the window says “Lonely”

Sign on the door said “No Company Allowed”

Sign on the street says “You Don’t Own Me”

Sign on the porch says “Three’s A Crowd”

Sign on the porch says “Three’s A Crowd”

 

Her and her boyfriend went to California

Her and her boyfriend done changed their tune

My best friend said, “Now didn’ I warn ya

Brighton girls are like the moon

Brighton girls are like the moon”

 

Looks like a-nothing but rain

Sure gonna be wet tonight on Main Street

Hope that it don’t sleet

 

Build me a cabin in Utah

Marry me a wife, catch rainbow trout

Have a bunch of kids who call me “Pa”

That must be what it’s all about

That must be what it’s all about

 

Oho

Mmm

 

VARIATIONS Sign On The Window. Compared with the take released on New Morning, recorded 5 June 1970, Columbia Recording Studio, #?

There  is another take on Bob Dylan 1970, track 25 with no take number. Words are the same as the New Morning take

 

Sign on the window says “Lonely”

Sign on the door said “No Company Allowed”

Sign on the street says “You Don’t Own Me”

Sign on the porch says “Three’s A Crowd”

Sign on the porch says “Three’s A Crowd”

 

Her and her boyfriend went to California

Her and her boyfriend done changed their tune

     Her and her boyfriend done changed their game                                                                 1 May 1970, 1st NMRS#2

My best friend said, “Now didn’ I warn ya

Brighton girls are like the moon

     Brighton girls are all the same                                                                                                 1 May 1970, 1st NMRS#2

Brighton girls are like the moon”

     Brighton girls are all the same                                                                                                 1 May 1970, 1st NMRS#2

 

Looks like a-nothing but rain

Sure gonna be wet tonight on Main Street

Hope that it don’t sleet

 

Build me a cabin in Utah

Marry me a wife, catch rainbow trout

Have a bunch of kids who call me “Pa”

That must be what it’s all about

That must be what it’s all about

 

Sign On The Window. 19700501#2#3#4#5, 19700605$7?#8?

 

 

If Not For You (Bob Dylan)

First performed 1 May 1970, New York City, New York

 

1 May 1970, New York City, New York, , Columbia Recording Studio, the 1st New Morning Recording session, #5, released on The Bootleg Series Volume 2

 

If not for you, babe, I couldn’t find the door

Couldn’t even see the floor

I’d be sad and blue, if not for you

 

If not for you, the night would see me wide awake

The day would surely have to break

But it would not be new, if not for you

 

If not for you, my sky would fall, rain would gather too

Without your love I’d be nowhere at all

I’d be lost if not for you

 

If not for you, winter would hold no spring

I couldn’t hear the robin sing, I just wouldn’t have a clue

If not for you

 

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

 

If not for you, babe, I couldn’t find the door

I couldn’t even see the floor

I’d be sad and blue, if not for you

 

If not for you, the night would see me wide awake

But he would surely have to break

It would not be new, if not for you

 

If not for you, my sky would fall, the rain would gather too

Without your love I’d be nowhere at all

I’d be lost if not for you and you know it’s true

 

If not for you, winter would have no spring

I couldn’t even hear the robin sing, no I wouldn’t have a clue

If not for you

 

12 August 1970, New York City, New York, , Columbia Recording Studio, 8th New Morning Recording session, #5. Released on New Morning

 

If not for you, babe, I couldn’t find the door

Couldn’t even see the floor

I’d be sad and blue, if not for you

 

If not for you, babe, I’d lay awake all night

Wait for the mornin’ light to shine in through

But it would not be new, if not for you

 

If not for you, my sky would fall, rain would gather too

Without your love I’d be nowhere at all

I’d be lost if not for you and you know it’s true

 

If not for you, my sky would fall, rain would gather too

Without your love I’d be nowhere at all

Oh! what would I do if not for you

 

If not for you, winter would have no spring

Couldn’t hear the robin sing, I just wouldn’t have a clue

Anyway it wouldn’t ring true, if not for you

If not for you, if not for you, if not for you, if not for you

 

VARIATIONS If Not For You. Compared with the take released on New Morning, recorded 12 august 1970, Columbia Recording Studio, #5

 

If not for you, babe, I couldn’t find the door

     If not for you, babe, I couldn’t even find the door                                                          31 Jul 1971, Bangladesh Reh

Couldn’t even see the floor

      I Couldn’t even see the floor                                                                                                        12 Aug 1970, NMRS#1

I’d be sad and blue, if not for you

 

If not for you, babe, I’d lay awake all night

     If not for you, girl, I couldn’t find the door                                                                                     1 May 1970, NMRS$2

     If not for you, the night would see me wide awake                                                                           2 Jun 1970, NMRS

Wait for the mornin’ light to shine in through

     But he would surely have to break                                                                                                      2 Jun 1970, NMRS

     The day would surely have to break                                                                                               2 Jun 1970, NMRS$1

But it would not be new, if not for you

     It would not be new, if not for you                                                                                                     23 July 1970, NMRS

     The sun comes shining through, but it would not be new                                                        12 Aug 1970, NMRS#1

                                                         oh if not for you                                                                     12 Aug 1970, NMRS#1

 

If not for you, my sky would fall, rain would gather too

     If not for you, my sky would fall, the rain would gather too                                                              2 Jun 1970, NMRS

Without your love I’d be nowhere at all

I’d be lost if not for you and you know it’s true

     I'd be lost if not for you                                                                                                                      2 Jun 1970, NMRS$1

 

If not for you, my sky would fall, rain would gather too

Without your love I’d be nowhere at all

Oh! what would I do if not for you

     I’d be lost if not for you and you know it’s true                                                12 Aug 1970, NMRS#1, BD1970-3-21

 

If not for you, babe, I’d be even lost around the trail                                                            17 Nov 2014, from Dylyricus

Without for you, I’d be, I might be in jail, I just wouldn’t have a clue                                  17 Nov 2014, from Dylyricus

Well, if not for you                                                                                                                       17 Nov 2014, from Dylyricus

 

If not for you, winter would have no spring

     If not for you, the winter would held no spring                                                                             1 May 1970, NMRS$2

     If not for you, winter would show no spring                                                                           1 May 1970, NMRS#5($4)

     If not for you, the winter would hold no spring                                                                31 Jul 1971, Bangladesh Reh

Couldn’t hear the robin sing, I just wouldn’t have a clue

     I couldn’t even hear the robin sing, no I wouldn’t have a clue                                                    2 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

     I couldn’t even hear the robin sing, just wouldn’t have a clue                                                   1 May 1970, NMRS#3

     I couldn’t hear the robin sing, I just wouldn’t have a clue                                                         12 Aug 1970, NMRS#1

Anyway it wouldn’t ring true, if not for you

     It just would not ring through                                                                                                         12 Aug 1970, NMRS#1

     If not for you                                                                                                                         31 Jul 1971, Bangladesh Reh

     If not for you, if not for you, I said if not for you                                                                         12 Aug 1970, NMRS#1

 

If not for you. 1970602$1$2$2a, 19700501#1#2#3#4#5, 19700602, 19700723, 19700812#3($1)#4($2)#5, 20141117, 19710801, 19771230,

 

 

Working On A Guru (Bob Dylan)

First performed 1 May 1970, New York City, New York

 

1 May 1970. New York City, New York, Columbia Studio B, 1st New Morning Recording session. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 10

 

Rain on the ground, windshield wipers movin'

Water on the ground, sure don't feel like groovin'

Working on a guru. working on a guru

Working on a guru, before the sun goes down

 

Rain all around, I need me an umbrella

Water on the ground, I am that kind of fella

I'm looking for a guru, working on a guru

Working on a guru, before the sun goes down

 

Hey, one time

 

Walking on the street, I need me an umbrella

Just to keep it sweet, I am that kind of fella

Looking for a guru, working on a guru

Working on a guru, before the sun goes down

 

Play it again

 

Rain on the ground, windshield wipers movin'

Water all around, I sure don't feel like groovin'

I'm working on a guru, yes, I'm working on a guru

But I'm working on a guru, before the sun goes down

 

Working on a guru, working on a guru

Well, it's true, it could be you, I'm working on a guru

 

Working on a guru. 19700501

 

Song To Woody(Bob Dylan)

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

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

 

1 May 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Studio, 1st  New Morning Recording session. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

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

I’m seein’ your world of places and things, Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings

 

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

Seems sick an’ it’s hungry, it’s a-tired an’ it’s a-torn, It seems to be a-dyin’ yet it’s hardly been born

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

Song To Woody. 19700501

 

 

Mama, You Been On My Mind (Bob Dylan)

First performed 9 June 1964, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio

For full information see the main page for this song in Volume 13

 

1 May 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 1st New Morning Recording session. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

Maybe it’s the color of the sun cut flat

Covering the crossroads that I’m standing at

Maybe it’s the weather or something like that

Mama, you been on my mind, mama, you been on my mind

 

I don’t mean trouble, please don’t put me down nor get upset

I am not asking or sayin’, “I can’t forget you”

I do not walk the floor bowed down an’ bent, but yet

Mama, you been on my mind, wow, mama, you been on my mind

 

Mayby it’s the color of the sun cut flat

Covering the crossroads that I’m standing at

Maybe it’s the weather or something like that

Mama, you been on my mind, oh, yeah, mama, you been on my mind

 

Mama, You Been On My Mind. 19700501

 

 

Yesterday (John Lennon-Paul McCartney)

First performed 1 May 1970, New York City, New York

 

1 May 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 1st New Morning Recording session, #1. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

Duet Bob Dylan and George Harrison

 

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away

Now it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh, I believe in yesterday

Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be

There's a shadow hanging over me.

Oh, I yesterday came suddenly

 

Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say

I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play

Now I need a place to hide away

Oh, I believe in yesterday

 

Why, why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say

I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday (something wrong, now I long for yesterday)

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play

Now I need a place to hide away, oh, I believe in yesterday

Yes, I believe in yesterday (I beieve in yesterday)

 

Yesterday. 19700501#1

 

 

Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues (Bob Dylan)

First performed 2 August 1965, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio

For full information see the main page of this song in Volume 7

 

1 May 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 1st New Morning Recording session, #1. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

When you’re lost in the rain in Juarez and it’s Eastertime too

And your gravity's down, negativity don’t get you through

Just don’t put on any airs on Rue Morgue Avenue

They got some hungry women there really make a mess outta you

 

Well, if you see Saint Annie, please tell her thanks a lot

I cannot move so well, my fingers are all in a knot

I don't have the strength to get up and get another shot

And my best friend my doctor won’t say what it is that I’ve got

 

Up on Housing Project Hill, it’s either fortune or fame

You must pick one or the other, neither of them are what they claim

If you’re lookin’ to get silly you better go back to from where you came

Because the cops don’t need you and man they expect the same

 

Then I started on burgundy, soon hit the harder stuff

But the [game] get rough when the game finnally got rough

Everybody was my friend but the going got tough

I’m going back to New York City, I believe I’ve had almost enough

 

Hey, hay, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hay, hey, hey, hey (Hey, hay, hey, hey, hey)

Hey, hay, hey, hey, hey (Hey, hay, hey, hey, hey)

 

So, when you're lost in the rain in Juarez and it’s Eastertime too

And your gravity's down, negativity don’t get you through

Just don’t put on any airs on Rue Morgue Avenue

They got some hungry women there thet really make a mess outta you

 

Hey, hay, hey, hey, hey (Hey, hay, hey, hey, hey)

Hey, hay, hey, hey, hey (Hey, hay, hey, hey, hey)

 

Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues. 19700501#1

 

 

Medley. I Met Him On A Sunday (The Shirelles) / Da Doo Ron Ron (Barry, Greenwich, Spector

First performed 1 May 1970, New York City, New York

 

1 May 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 1st New Morning Recording session, #1. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

Duet Bob Dylan and George Harrison

 

Doo doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron, ron, doo doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron, ron

Doo doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron, ron, doo doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron

 

I met her on a Monday (Say, yeah), I met her on a Monday (Oh Yeah)

I met her on a Monday, yes, I met her on a Monday

 

Doo doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron ron, doo doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron

Doo doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron ron, doo doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron

 

Well, I say goodye on Thuesday, say goodye on Thuesday

Say goodye on Thuesday, say goodye on Thuesday

 

Well I, doo ron ron ron, doo, ron, ron ron, doo doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron

Doo doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron ron, doo doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron

 

She came back again on Wednesday, she came back again on Wednesday

She came back again on Wednesday, she was back again on Wednesday

 

Well doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron ron, doo doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron

Doo doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron, doo doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron

 

Then she left again on Thursday, left again on Thursday

Left again on Thursday, she left again on Thursday

 

Well doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron, doo doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron

Doo doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron, doo doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron

 

I saw her last Friday, doo doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron

Doo doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron, doo doo ron ron ron, doo doo, ron, ron

 

Medley. I Met Him On A Sunday / Da Doo Ron

 

 

One Too Many Morning (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

 

1 May 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 1st New Morning Recording session, #1. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

Duet Bob Dylan and George Harrison

 

Down the street the dogs are barkin’ and the day is getting dark

As the night comes in a-fallin’, the dogs will lose their bark

And the silent night will shatter from the sounds inside my mind

And I’m one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

(And I’m one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind)

Oh yes I am

As I’m one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

(As I’m one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind)

 

From the crossroads of my doorsteps my eyes they start to fade

And I turned 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 and a thousand miles behind

(And I’m one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind)

Yes, I’m one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

(Yes, I’m one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind)

 

Oh, a restless hungry feeling and it don’t mean no one 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 one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

(One too many mornings and a thousand miles behind)

Oh yes, we’re one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

(We’re one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind)

 

One Too Many Mornings 19700501#1

 

 

Ghost Riders In The Sky (Stan Jones)

First performed 1 May 1970, New York City, New York

 

1 May 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 1st New Morning Recording session, #1. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

Duet Bob Dylan and George Harrison

 

Ghost rides in my sky

 

[??? The voices are far in de backgroud and drowned in the beat ???]

 

When a thousand caddle took him by surprise

 

[lauging]

 

Yippie aye ye, Yippie aye ohhh, ghost rides in my sky

 

[??? The voices are far in de backgroud and drowned in the beat ???]

 

Yippie aye ohh, Yippie aye ye, ghost rides in my sky

Yippie aye ohh, Yippie aye ye, ghost rides in my sky

 

Ghost Riders In The Sky. 19700501

 

 

Cupid (Sam Cooke)

First performed 1 May 1970, New York City, New York

 

1 May 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 1st New Morning Recording session, #1. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

Bob Dylan and George Harrison

 

Cupid, send back your bow, let your arrow flow, straight to my love and me

Cupid, don't add a why, let your arrow fly, straight to my love and me

 

Cupid, send back your bow, let your arrow flow, straight away to my love and me

Cupid, don't ask why, let your arrow fly, straight away to my love and me

 

Cupid, send back your bow, let your arrow flow, straight away to my love and me

Cupid, don't ask why, let your arrow fly, straight away to my love and me

 

Cupid. 19700501

 

 

All I Have To Do Is Dream (Boudleaux Bryant)

First performed 1 May 1970, New York City, New York

 

1 May 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 1st New Morning Recording session, #1. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

Bob Dylan and George Harrison

 

I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine anytime night or day

Only trouble is, gee whiz, I'm dreamin' my life away

Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream

Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream, dream, dream, dream

When I want you In the night, when I want you to hold me tight

Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream

Dream, dream, dream, Dream, dream, dream, dream

I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine, anytime night or day

Only trouble is, gee whiz, I'm dreamin' my life away

I need you so that I could die, I want you so and that is why

Whenever I want you all I have to do is dream

Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dreaming

 

A I Have To Do Is Dream. 19700501

 

 

Gates Of Eden (Bob Dylan)

First performed 31 October 1964, New York City, Philharmonic Hall

For full information see the main page for this song on volume 6

 

1 May 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 1st New Morning Recording session, #1. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

Bob Dylan and George Harrison

 

Dadadada dadadada dadadadadada

Dadadadada dadadadada dadadadadadada

Dadadadadadadada dadadadadadadada dadadadadadada

All except when ’neath the trees of Eden

 

The lamppost stands with foldin arms, its iron claws attached

To curbs beneath holes where babies wail, though it shadows metal badge

All and all can only fall with a crashing but meaningless blow

No sound at all ever comes from the gates of Eden

 

At dawn my lover comes to me and tells me of her dreams

With no attempts to shovel the glimpse into the ditch of what each one means

At times I think there are no words but these to tell what’s true

And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden

 

Of war and peace the truth just twists, its curfew gull just glides

Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides

With his candle burning in the sun though its glow is waxed in black

All except when ’neath the trees of Eden

All except when ’neath the trees of Eden

All except when ’neath the trees of Eden

All except when ’neath the trees of Eden

 

Gates Of Eden. 19700501

 

 

I Don’t Believe You (Bob Dylan)

First performed 9 June 1964, New York City, New York

For full information see the main page for this song in Volume 5

 

1 May 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 1st New Morning Recording session, #1. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

I can’t understand, she let go of my hand, left me here facing the wall

I’d sure like to know, why she did go, but I can’t get close to her at all

Though we kissed through the wild blazing nighttime, she said she would never forget

But something is wrong, I'm where I [belong], she just acts like we never have met

 

It’s all new to me, like some mystery, it could even be like a myth

But it’s hard to think on, that she’s the same one, that last night I was with

From darkness, dreams are deserted, but am I still dreamin’ yet?

Evidently she don’t, evidently she won’t, she just acts like we never have met

 

Well I’m leavin’ today, I’ll be on my way, of this I can’t say very much

But if you want me to, I can be just like you, pretend that we never have touched

An’ if anybody asks me, “Is it easy to forget?”

I’ll say, “It’s easily done, just pick anyone, an’ pretend you never have met!”

 

I Don’t Believe You.19700501

 

 

Your True Love (Carl Perkins)

First performed 1 May 1970, New York City, New York

 

1 May 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 1st New Morning Recording session, #1. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

Duet Bob Dylan and George Harrison

 

[Voices far in the background drown in the music]

 

True love, baby, that's what you give to me

 

[Inaudible]

 

True love, Your love, (true love), your love, (true love)

 

True love, baby, that's what you give to me

True love, Your love, (true love), your love, (true love)

True love, baby, that's what you give to me

 

Your True Love. 19700501

 

 

Telephone Wire (Bob Dylan)

First performed 1 May 1970, New York City, New York

 

1 May 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 1st New Morning Recording session, #1. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

Wonderin’, I’m Wonderin’, when will my swamp catch on fire

I’m wonderin’, I’m wonderin, is my swamp gonna catch on fire

Sittin’ here lookin’ at that old bad telephone wire

 

Well, I’m goin’ to Las Vegas, goin’ by the evening sun

I’m goin’ to Las Vegas, goin’ just as fast as I can run

Gonna win some money, give it to my hon

 

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

 

Telephone Wire. 19700501

 

 

Fishin' Blues (Henry Thomas)

First performed 1 May 1970, New York City, New York

 

1 May 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 1st New Morning Recording session, #1. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

I'm a going fishing all of the time...

That one

 

Dadadadadadadadada dadadadadadada

Dadadadadadadadada dadadadadadada

Dadadadadadadadada dadadadadadada

I'm a-going fishing, you're a-going fishing, I'm a going fishing...

 

Fishing Blues. 19700501

 

Honey, Just Allow Me One More Change (Bob Dylan)

First performed 16 April 1964, New York City, Gerde’s Folk City

For full information for this song see Volume 3

 

1 May 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 1st New Morning Recording session, #1. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

          one more chance to get along with you

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

When Im thinking in the hall and a man straight in love

I don't know what you're thinking and a lot I think

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

 

Right?

 

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

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

Walking down the road with my hat in my hand

Looking for a woman needs a worried man

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

 

Honey, just allow me one more chance, I'll be back again

Honey, just allow me one more chance and they won't meet gain

Well I'm a-Walking down the road with my hat in my breeze

Looking for a woman, a chick and sneeze

I'am just alooking for a baby like you, allow me just a one more change

 

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

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

I'm walking down the road with my hat in my hand

I'm Looking for a woman needs a worried man

There's one kind favor I ask of you, allow me just-a one more chance

Yes, a one kind favor I ask of you, allow me just-a one more chance

 

Honey, Just Allow Me One More Change. 19700501#1

 

 

Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 (Bob Dylan)

First performed 10 March 1966, Nashville, Tennessee

For full information for this song see Volume 8

 

1 May 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 1st New Morning Recording session, #1. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

Well, they’ll stone you when you’re walking by your pool

They’ll stone you when you're on your way to school

They’ll stone you when you’re walking on the floor

They’ll stone you when you’re trying to close the door

But I would not feel so all alone, everybody must get stoned

 

Rainy Day Women #12 & 35. 19700501

 

 

It Ain't Me, Babe (Bob Dylan)

First performed 9 June 1964, New York City, New York

For full information see the main page for this song in Volume 5

 

1 May 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 1st New Morning Recording session, #1. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

Go lightly from the ledge, babe, go lightly on the ground

I’m not the one you want, babe, I'll 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 and 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 into the night, babe, everything inside is made of stone

There’s nothing in here moving and anyway I’m not alone

You say you’re looking for someone to pick you up every time that 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, babe

 

It Ain't Me, Babe. 19700501

 

 

East Virginia Blues (A. P. Carter)

First performed 17 May 1970, Carmel, New York

 

17 May 1970, Carmel, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, the 2nd New Morning studio session.

 

Background voice last verse probably Earl Scruggs

 

I was born in East Virginia, North Carolina I did roam

There I met the fairest maiden, name and age I did not know

Her hair it was of the darkest color, cheeks they were all ruby red

On her breast she wore white lilies, there I longed to lay my head

 

I'd rather be on some dark holler where the sun don't ever shine

And to see you love another and to know you'll never be mine

 

I don't want your green back dollar, I don't want your diamond ring

All I want is your love darling, won't you take me back again

Won't you take me back again

 

East Virginia Blues. 19700517

 

 

Alligator Man (Jimmy C Newman)

First performed 1 June 1970, New York City, New York

 

1 June 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 2nd New Morning Recording session, #1. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

Mosquitos buzzin' around my head, Spanish moss for my bed

I very seldom seen dry land for I'm an Alligator man

 

I hunt the gators all night long, I sell his hide and then I'm gone

To see the belles from bayou shanty who love this Alligator man

 

When I bring my hides to town all the people gather round

For they just want to shake the hand of an Alligator man

 

This bayou country is my home, from this place I'll never roam

For I'm a leader of the clan, known as an Alligator man

 

Some people search this world for fame, fightin' gators is my game

And all the scars upon my hand, prove I'm an Alligator man

 

[???] Mosquitos around my head, Spanish moss upon my bed

I've very seldom seen dry land for I'm an Alligator man

 

For I'm an Alligator man, yes, I'm an Alligator man

 

VARIATIONS Alligator Man. Compared with #1, released on Bob Dylan 1970, recorded 1 June 1970, 2nd New Morning Recording session.

 

Mosquitos buzzin' around my head, Spanish moss for my bed

I very seldom seen dry land for I'm an Alligator man

     I very seldom seen dry land cause I'm an Alligator man                                                               May 1970, NMRS#4

 

I hunt the gators all night long, I sell his hide and then I'm gone

     I hunt the gators all day long, I sell his hide and then I'm gone                                                1 May 1970, NMRS#2

     I hunt the gators all night long, I sell their hide and then I'm gone                                           1 May 1970, NMRS#4

To see the belles from bayou shanty who love this Alligator man

 

When I bring my hides to town all the people gather round

     And when I bring my hides to town all the people gather round                                               1 May 1970, NMRS#2

For they just want to shake the hand of an Alligator man

     For they want to shake the hand of an Alligator man                                                                 1 May 1970, NMRS#2

     They just want to shake the hand of an Alligator man                                                              1 June 1970, NMRS#4

 

This bayou country is my home, from this place I'll never roam

     I'm a leader of the clan, known as an Alligator man                                                                  1 June 1970, NMRS#2

For I'm a leader of the clan, known as an Alligator man

     I'm a leader of the clan, known as an Alligator man                                                                  1 June 1970, NMRS#4

 

Some people search this world for fame, fightin' gators is my game

     People search this world for fame, fightin' gators is my game                                                 1 June 1970, NMRS#4

And all the scars upon my hand, prove I'm an Alligator man

 

[???] Mosquitos around my head, Spanish moss upon my bed

     Mosquitos buzzing around my head, Spanish moss for my bed                                             1 June 1970, NMRS#2

I've very seldom seen dry land for I'm an Alligator man

     I've very seldom seen dry land, I'm an Alligator man                                                                1 June 1970, NMRS#2

 

For I'm an Alligator man, yes, I'm an Alligator man

     Yes, I'm an Alligator man                                                                                                               1 June 1970, NMRS#2

     I'm an Alligator man, I'm an Alligator man                                                                                   1 June 1970, NMRS#4

 

Alligator Man. 19700602#1#2#4

 

 

The Ballad Of Ira Hayes (Peter La Farge)

First performed 1 June 1970, New York City, New York

 

1 June 1970. New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, the 2nd New Morning session, #1, released on Dylan (A Fool Such As I)

 

Gather round me, people, and a story I will tell

About a brave young Indian you should remember well

From the tribe of Pima Indians, a proud and a peaceful band

They farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land

 

Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed

Till the white man stole their water rights and the running water hushed

Now Ira's folks were hungry, and their farms grew crops of weeds

But when war came, he volunteered and forgot the white man's greed

 

Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian for the Marine who went to war

Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian for the Marine who went to war

 

They started up Iwo Jima hill, two hundred and fifty men

But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down that hill again

And when the fight was over and Old Glory raised

One of the men who held it high was the Indian, Ira Hayes

 

Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian for the Marine who went to war

Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian for the Marine who went to war

 

Now, Ira returned a hero, celebrated throughout the land

He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand

But he was just a Pima Indian, no money, no crops, no chance

And at home nobody cared what Ira'd done, and when do the Indians dance

 

Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian for the Marine who went to war

Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian for the Marine who went to war

 

Then Ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home

They let him raise the flag there and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone

He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he'd fought to save

Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes

 

Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian for the Marine who went to war

Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian for the Marine who went to war

 

Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes, but his land is still as dry

And his ghost is lying thirsty In the ditch where Ira died

 

Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian for the Marine who went to war

Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian for the Marine who went to war

 

VARIATIONS Ira Hayes. Compared with the take released on Dylan (A Fool Such As I), recorded 1 June 1970. New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, the 2nd New Morning session, #1

 

Gather round me, people, and a story I will tell

About a brave young Indian you should remember well

     About Ira Hayes, an Indian, ah, you should remember well                                                             19 Oct 1975, NYC

From the tribe of Pima Indians, a proud and a peaceful band

They farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land

 

Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed

     Down their ditches for a thousand years the running water rushed                                                19 Oct 1975, NYC

Till the white man stole their water rights and the running water hushed

Now Ira's folks were hungry, and their farms grew crops of weeds

But when war came, he volunteered and forgot the white man's greed

 

Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian for the Marine who went to war

Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian for the Marine who went to war

 

They started up Iwo Jima hill, two hundred and fifty men

But only twenty-seven lived to come back down that hill again

     But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down that hill again                                                         19 Oct 1975, NYC

And when the fight was over and Old Glory raised

     And when the smoce had cleared and Old Glory raised                                                                   19 Oct 1975, NYC

One of the men who held it high was the Indian, Ira Hayes

 

Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian for the Marine who went to war

Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian for the Marine who went to war

 

Now, Ira returned a hero, celebrated throughout the land

He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand

But he was just a Pima Indian, no money, no crops, no chance

And at home nobody cared what Ira'd done, and when do the Indians dance

 

Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian for the Marine who went to war

Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian for the Marine who went to war

 

Then Ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home

They let him raise the flag there and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone

He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he'd fought to save

     He died early one morning, in the land he'd fought to save                16 Nov 1975, Tuscarora Indian Reservation

Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes

 

Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian for the Marine who went to war

Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian for the Marine who went to war

 

Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes, but his land is still as dry

And his ghost is lying thirsty In the ditch where Ira died

 

Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian for the Marine who went to war

Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian for the Marine who went to war

 

Ira Hayes. 19700601#1, 19751019, 19751116

 

 

Oh Lonesome Me (Don Gibson)

First performed 1 June 1970, New York City, New York

 

Sarah Jane = Saro Jane (Traditional, arr. Bob Dylan)

First performance May 1960, t. Paul Minnesota

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

 

1 June 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 2nd New Morning session, #5($4). Released on Dylan (A Fool Such As I)

 

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

 

I've got a wife and five little children

I'm gonna take a trip on the big McMillan

With Saro Jane, Saro Jane, ain't nothing to do

But sit down and sing and rock about my Saro Jane

 

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

 

The boiler busted and the whistle squall

The captain's gone through a hole in the wall

Oh, Saro Jane, Saro Jane, ain't nothing to do

But sit down and sing and rock about my Saro Jane

 

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

 

The engine gave a crack and the whistle gave a squall

The engineer's gone through a hole in the wall

Saro Jane, Saro Jane, ain't nothing to do

But sit down and sing and rock about my Saro Jane

 

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

 

The Yankee built boats and shoot them rebels

My gun's steady, gonna hold it level

Saro Jane, Saro Jane, ain't nothing to do

But sit down and sing and rock about my Saro Jane

 

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

 

I've got a wife and five little children

I'm gonna take a trip on the big McMillan

Saro Jane, Saro Jane, ain't nothing to do

But sit down and sing and rock about my Saro Jane

 

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, yeah, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

(Lalalalalalalala Lalalalalalalala)

 

VARIATIONS Saraj Jane. Compared with the take released on Dylan (A Fool Such As I), recorded 1 June 1970, 2nd New Morning session, #5($4)

 

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

    Lalalalalalalala, lalalalalalalala, lalalalalalalala, lalalalalalalala                                           1  Jun 1970, NMRS#1($1)

    Lalalalalalalala, lalalalalalalala, lalalalalalalala, lalalalalalalala                                           1  Jun 1970, NMRS#1($1)

    Lalalalalalalala, lalalalalalalala                                                                                                 1  Jun 1970, NMRS#1($1)

     Lalalalalalalala Lalalalalalalala lalalalalalalala Lalalalalalalala                                            1 Jun 1970, NMRS#7($2)

     Lalalalalalalala Lalalalalalalala lalalalalalalala Lalalalalalalala                                            1 Jun 1970, NMRS#7($2)

 

I've got a wife and five little children

I'm gonna take a trip on the big McMillan

With Saro Jane, Saro Jane, ain't nothing to do

     Saro Jane, Saro Jane, ain't nothing to do                                                                             1  Jun 1970, NMRS#1($1)

But sit down and sing and rock about my Saro Jane

 

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

     Yeah, lalalalalalalala, lalalalalalalala                                                                                      1  Jun 1970, NMRS#2($1)

     Lalalalalalalala Lalalalalalalala lalalalalalalala Lalalalalalalala                                            1 Jun 1970, NMRS#7($2)

 

The boiler busted and the whistle squall

     The boiler busted and the whistle blow                                                                                 1  Jun 1970, NMRS#1($1)

The captain's gone through a hole in the wall

     The captain's had a fell over board                                                                                        1  Jun 1970, NMRS#1($1)

Oh, Saro Jane, Saro Jane, ain't nothing to do

But sit down and sing and rock about my Saro Jane

 

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

     Lalalalalalalala, yeah, lalalalalalalala                                                                                     1  Jun 1970, NMRS#1($1)

     Yeah, lalalalalalalala                                                                                                                  1 Jun 1970, NMRS#7($2)

 

The engine gave a crack and the whistle gave a squall

The engineer's gone through a hole in the wall

Saro Jane, Saro Jane, ain't nothing to do

     Oh Saro Jane, Saro Jane, ain't nothing to do                                                                       1  Jun 1970, NMRS#1($1)

But sit down and sing and rock about my Saro Jane

 

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

     Yeah, lalalalalalalala, lalalalalalalala                                                                                      1  Jun 1970, NMRS#1($1)

     Lalalalalalalala                                                                                                                            1 Jun 1970, NMRS#7($2)

 

The Yankee built boats and shoot them rebels

My gun's steady, gonna hold it level

Saro Jane, Saro Jane, ain't nothing to do

But sit down and sing and rock about my Saro Jane

     Lalalalalalalala Lalalalalalalala lalalalalalalala                                                                       1 Jun 1970, NMRS#7($2)

 

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

     Ya, lalalalalalalala, lalalalalalalala                                                                                          1  Jun 1970, NMRS#1($1)

 

I've got a wife and five little children

I'm gonna take a trip on the big McMillan

Saro Jane, Saro Jane, ain't nothing to do

But sit down and sing and rock about my Saro Jane

     Verse not sung                                                                                                                           1  Jun 1970, NMRS#1($1)

 

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, yeah, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

(Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala, (Lalalalalalalala) Lalalalalalalala

(Lalalalalalalala Lalalalalalalala)

 

Sarah Jane. 10700601#1($1)#7($2)#5($4)

 

 

Jamaica Farewell (Traditional, arr. Irving Burgie)

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

 

3 June 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, the 4th New Morning Recording session. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

Down the way where the nights are gay and the sun shines daily on the mountaintop

I took a trip on a sailing ship and when I reached Jamaica, I made a stop

But I'm sad to say I'm on my way, won't be back for many a day

My heart is down, my head is turning around

I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

 

Sounds of laughter everywhere and the dancing girls swing to and fro

I must declare that my heart is there though I've been from Maine to Mexico

But I'm sad to say I'm on my way, won't be back for many a day

My heart is down,my head is turning around

I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

 

Down at the market you can hear, ladies cry out while on their heads they bear

Ackee, rice, salt, fish are nice and the rum is fine any time o' year

But I'm sad to say I'm on my way, won't be back for many a day

My heart is down, my head is turning around

I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

 

Yes, I'm sad to say I'm on my way, won't be back for many a day

My heart is down, my head is turning around

I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

 

Well, I'm sad to say that I'm on my way, won't be back for many a day

My heart is down, my head is turning around

I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

 

Jamaica Farewell. 19700603

 

 

Mr. Bojangles (Jerry Jeff Walker)

First performed 2 June 1970, New York City, New York

 

2 June 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 3th New Morning Recording session, #6. Released on Dylan (A Fool Such As I)

 

I knew a man, Bojangles, and he'd dance for you in worn out shoes

Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants, that old soft shoe

He'd jump so high, he'd jump so high, then he lightly touch down

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance

 

I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was down and out

He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he spoke right out

He talked of life, he talked of life, laughing slapped his leg stale

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance

 

He said the name, Bojangles and he danced a lick all across the cell

He grabbed his pants for a better stance, oh, he jumped so high and he clicked up his heels

He let go a laugh, he let go laugh, shook back his clothes all around

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance, yeah, dance

 

He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the south

He spoke with tears of 15 years of how his dog and him, just traveled all about

But his dog up and died, he up and died and after 20 years he still grieves

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance

 

He said, "I dance now at every chance at honky-tonks for drinks and tips

But most of the time I spend behind these county bars because I drinks a bit"

He shook his head, and then he shook his head, I heard someone ask him, "Please

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance, dance, Mr. Bojangles, dance"

 

Mr. Bojangles. 19700602#6

 

 

Mary Ann (Traditional, arr. Bob Dylan)

First performed May 1960, St. Paul, Minnesota

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

 

2 June 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 3rh New Morning Recording session, #6. Released on Dylan (A Fool Such As I).

 

Oh very well, my own true love, very well for a while

The ship is waiting and the wind blows high

And I am bound away for the sea, Mary Ann

 

Ten tousand miles away from home, ten thousand miles or more

The sea may freeze and the earth may burn

If I never no more return to you, Mary Ann

 

Oh, don't you see that crow flow high, she'll surely turn to white

If ever I grew false to you

Let the day turn to night, my dear, Mary Ann

 

Oh, if I had a flask of gin and sugar here or two

And a great big bowl for to mix it in

I'd poor a drink for you my dear, Mary Ann

 

Yes, I poor a drink for you my dear, May Ann

 

Mary Ann. 196005??, 19700602#6

 

 

Can't Help Falling In Love (George Weiss, Hugo Peretti, Luigi Creatore)

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

 

3 June 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 4th New Morning Recording session, #3. Released on Dylan (A Fool Such As I).

 

Wise men say only fools rush in, but I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay, will it be a sin if I can't help falling in love with you

 

Like a river flows surely to the sea, darling, so it goes, some things were meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life too, tor I can't help falling in love with you

 

Like a river flows surely to the sea, darling, so it goes, some things were meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can't help falling in love with you

 

VARIATIONS Can't Help Falling In Love. Compared with the take released on Dylan (A Fool Such As I), recorded 30 June 1970, #3

 

Wise men say only fools rush in, but I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay, will it be a sin if I can't help falling in love with you

     Shall I stay, would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you                                            3 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

 

Like a river flows surely to the sea, darling, so it goes, some things were meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life too, tor I can't help falling in love with you

 

Like a river flows surely to the sea, darling, so it goes, some things were meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can't help falling in love with you

 

     For I can't help falling in love with you                                                                                           3 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

 

Can't Help Falling In Love. 19700603#1#3

 

 

Long Black Veil (Danny Dill, Marijohn Wilkin)

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

 

3 June 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 4th New Morning Recording session, #3. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

It was ten years ago, on a cold, dark night, someone was shot 'neath the Town hall light

There poor who saw, they all agreed that the slayer who ran looked a lot like me

 

The judge said son, what's your alibi, if you were somewhere else, you won't have to die

I spoke a not a word though it meant my life, I had been in the arms of my best friend's wife

 

She walks these hills in a long black veil, visits my grave when the night winds wail

Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me

 

The scaffold was high, eternity near, she stood in the crowd and shed not a tear

Though sometimes at night when the cold winds moan, in a long black veil she [shevels] over my bones

 

She walks these hills in a long black veil, visits my grave [when ???] wail

Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me

 

It was ten years ago, on a cold, dark night, someone was shot in the Town hall light

There people who saw, they all agreed, the slayer who ran looked a lot like me

 

The judge said son, what's your alibi, if you were somewhere else, you won't have to die

I spoke a not a word though it meant my life, I had been in the arms of my best friend's wife

 

She walks these hills in a long black veil, visits my grave when the night winds wail

Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me

 

The scaffold was high, eternity near, she stood in the crowd and shed not a tear

Though sometimes at night when the cold winds moan, in a long black veil she [shevels] over my bones

 

Long Black Veil. 19700603

 

 

Lily Of The West (Traditional, arr. E. Davies, J. Peterson)

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

 

3 June 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 4th New Morning Recording session, #2. Released on Dylan (A Fool Such As I).

 

When first I came to Louisville, some pleasure there to find

A damsel there from Lexington was pleasing to my mind

Her rosy cheeks, her ruby lips like arrows pierced my breast

The name she bore was Flora, the Lily of the West

(And the name she bore was Flora, the Lily of the West)

 

I courted lovely Flora, some pleasure for to find

But she turned unto another man which sore distressed my mind

She robbed me of my liberty, deprived me off my rest

Then go, my lovely Flora, the Lily of the West

(Then go, my lovely Flora, the Lily of the West)

 

Way down in yonder shady grove, a man of high degree

Conversing with my Flora there, which seemed so strange to me

And the answer that she gave to him, it sore did me oppress

I was betrayed by Flora, the Lily of the West

(I was betrayed by Flora, the Lily of the West)

 

I stepped up to my rival, dagger in my hand

I seized him by the collar, boldly made him stand

Being mad by desperation, I pierced him through the breast

All this for lovely Flora, the Lily of the West

(All this for lovely Flora, the Lily of the West)

 

I had to stand my trial, I had to make my plea

They placed me in the witness box and then commenced on me

Although she swore my life away, deprived me of my rest

Still I love my faithless Flora, the Lily of the West

(Still I love my faithless Flora, the Lily of the West)

 

VARIATIONS Lily Of The West. Compared with the take released on Dylan (A Fool Such As I), recorded 3 June 1970, #2

 

When first I came to Louisville, some pleasure there to find

     When first I came to Louisville, some pleasure for to find                                                   5 Jun 1979, NMRS#1($2)

A damsel there from Lexington was pleasing to my mind

     A damsel there from Lexington, so pleasing to my mind                                                     5 Jun 1979, NMRS#1($2)

Her rosy cheeks, her ruby lips like arrows pierced my breast

The name she bore was Flora, the Lily of the West

     And the name she bore was Flora, the Lily of the West                                                      5 Jun 1979, NMRS#1($2)

(And the name she bore was Flora, the Lily of the West)

 

I courted lovely Flora, some pleasure for to find

But she turned unto another man which sore distressed my mind

     But she turned to another man which sore distressed my mind                                                5 Jun 1979, NMRS#4

She robbed me of my liberty, deprived me off my rest

Then go, my lovely Flora, the Lily of the West

(Then go, my lovely Flora, the Lily of the West)

 

Way down in yonder shady grove, a man of high degree

Conversing with my Flora there, which seemed so strange to me

And the answer that she gave to him, it sore did me oppress

I was betrayed by Flora, the Lily of the West

(I was betrayed by Flora, the Lily of the West)

 

I stepped up to my rival, dagger in my hand

I seized him by the collar, boldly made him stand

     And seized him by the collar, boldly made him stand                                                          5 Jun 1979, NMRS#1($2)

Being mad by desperation, I pierced him through the breast

All this for lovely Flora, the Lily of the West

(All this for lovely Flora, the Lily of the West)

 

I had to stand my trial, I had to make my plea

They placed me in the witness box and then commenced on me

Although she swore my life away, deprived me of my rest

Still I love my faithless Flora, the Lily of the West

     Still I love my ruthless Flora, the Lily of the West                                                                 5 Jun 1979, NMRS#1($2)

(Still I love my faithless/ruthless Flora, the Lily of the West)

 

Lily Of The west. 19700603#2, 19700605$1($2)#4

 

 

One More Weekend (Bob Dylan)

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

 

3 June 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 4th New Morning Recording session, #2. Released on New Morning.

 

Slippin’ and slidin’ like a weasel on the run

I’m lookin’ good to see you, yeah, and we can have some fun

One more weekend, one more weekend with you

One more weekend, one more weekend 'll do

 

Come on down to my ship, honey, ride on deck

We’ll fly over the ocean just like you suspect

One more weekend, one more weekend with you

One more weekend, one more weekend 'll do

 

We’ll fly the night away, hang out the whole next day

Things will be okay, you wait and see

We’ll go someplace unknown, leave all the children home

Honey, why not go alone, just you and me

 

Comin’ and goin’ like a rabbit in the wood

I’m happy just to see you, yeah, lookin’ so good

One more weekend, one more weekend with you

One more weekend, one more weekend ’ll do, yes, you will

 

Like a needle in a haystack, I’m gonna find you yet

You’re the sweetest gone mama that this boy’s ever gonna get

One more weekend, one more weekend with you

One more weekend, one more weekend’ll do

 

VARIATIONS One More Weekend. Compared with the take released on New Morning, recorded 3 June 1970, #2

 

Slippin’ and slidin’ like a weasel on the run

I’m lookin’ good to see you, yeah, and we can have some fun

One more weekend, one more weekend with you

One more weekend, one more weekend 'll do

 

Come on down to my ship, honey, ride on deck

     Come on down to my ship, honey, ride on the deck                                                                    3 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

We’ll fly over the ocean just like you suspect

     Fly over the ocean, honey, have honeymoon by heck                                                                3 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

One more weekend, one more weekend with you

One more weekend, one more weekend 'll do

 

We’ll fly the night away, hang out the whole next day

     We’ll ride the night away, hang out the whole next day                                                              3 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

Things will be okay, you wait and see

     Things will be okay, you and me                                                                                                     3 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

We’ll go someplace unknown, leave all the children home

     We’ll go someplace unknown, this time we go alone                                                                  3 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

Honey, why not go alone, just you and me

     Leave all the chidren home, honey, we have a good time, wait and see                                 3 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

 

Comin’ and goin’ like a rabbit in the wood

     Comin’ and goin’ like a rabbit in the hood                                                                                      3 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

I’m happy just to see you, yeah, lookin’ so good

One more weekend, one more weekend with you

One more weekend, one more weekend ’ll do, yes, you will

 

Like a needle in a haystack, I’m gonna find you yet

You’re the sweetest gone mama that this boy’s ever gonna get

     You’re the sweetest girl mama that this boy’s ever gonna get                              3 Jun 1970, NMRS#1, BD1970-3

One more weekend, one more weekend with you

One more weekend, one more weekend’ll do

 

One More Weekend. 19700603#1#2

 

 

Bring Me A Little Water, Sylvie (Ledbetter, Alan and J A. Lomax)

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

 

4 June 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 5th New Morning Recording session, #2. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 10

 

Sylvie is a good old girl, from Florida so they say

She came up here last April, to pass some time away

Now won't you bring me a little water, Sylvie, bring me a little water now

Bring me a little water, Sylvie, for my tired brow

 

Sylvie came here Wednesday, she came this morning by the light of the dawn

She comes up here now nearly all of the time, to see wa... if she can carry on

Now won't you bring me a little water, Sylvie, bring me a little water now

Bring me a little water, Sylvie, for my tired brow

 

Sylvie says she loves me, she says it all of the time

She always gets behind me when the hill is too high to climb

Yeah, now bring me a little water, Sylvie, bring me a little water now

Bring me a little water, Sylvie, for my tired brow

 

She brings me beer and honey, brings me slop and beans

Brings me coconuts and candy, brings me turnip greens

Bring me a little water, Sylvie, bring me a little water now

Bring me a little water, Sylvie, for my tired brow

For my tired brow, oh, for my tired brow

 

VARIATIONS Bring Me A Little Water, Sylvie. Compared with the take released on The Bootleg Series Volume 10, recorded 4 June 1970, #2

 

     Bring me a little water, Sylvie, bring me a little water now                                                          4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

     Bring me a little water, Sylvie, for my tired brow                                                                          4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

 

Sylvie is a good old girl, from Florida so they say

     Sylvie is a good girl, from Florida so they say                                                                              4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

She came up here last April, to pass some time away

     Came all the way up here last April, to pass some time away                                                   4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

Now won't you bring me a little water, Sylvie, bring me a little water now

Bring me a little water, Sylvie, for my tired brow

 

Sylvie came here Wednesday, she came this morning by the light of the dawn

     Sylvie came op here this morning, she came by the light of the dawn                                     4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

She comes up here now nearly all of the time, to see wa... if she can carry on

     She comes up here nearly all of the time, just to carry on                                                          4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

Now won't you bring me a little water, Sylvie, bring me a little water now

Bring me a little water, Sylvie, for my tired brow

 

Sylvie says she loves me, she says it all of the time

She always gets behind me when the hill is too high to climb

Yeah, now bring me a little water, Sylvie, bring me a little water now

Bring me a little water, Sylvie, for my tired brow

 

She brings me beer and honey, brings me slop and beans

     well, she brings me beer and honey, and she brings me slop and beans                               4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

Brings me coconuts and candy, brings me turnip greens

Bring me a little water, Sylvie, bring me a little water now

Bring me a little water, Sylvie, for my tired brow

For my tired brow, oh, for my tired brow

     Well, won't you bring me a little water, Sylvie, bring me a little water now                              4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

     Oh, bring me a little water, Sylvie, for my tired brow                                                                   4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

     For my tired brow, for my tired brow                                                                                               4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

 

Bring Me A Little Water, Sylvie. 19700604#1#2

 

 

Three Angels (Bob Dylan)

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

 

4 June 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 5th New Morning Recording session, #3. Released on New Morning.

 

Three angels up above the street

Each one playing a horn

Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out

They've been there since Christmas morn

 

The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flash

Then a lady in a bright orange dress

One U-Haul trailer, a truck with no wheels

The Tenth Avenue bus goin' west

 

The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around

A man with a badge skips by

Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work

Nobody stops to ask why

 

The bakery truck stops outside of that fence

Where the angels stand high on their poles

The driver peeks out, trying to find one face

In this concrete world full of souls

 

The angels play on their horns all day

The whole earth in progression seems to pass by

But does anyone hear the music they play

Does anyone even try?

 

VARIATIONS Three Angels. Compared with the take released on New Morning, recorded 4 June 1970, Columbia Recording session, #3

 

Three angels up above the street

Each one playing a horn

Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out

They've been there since Christmas morn

 

The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flash

     Then a lady from a bridge in a bright orange dress                                                                     4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

Then a lady in a bright orange dress

One U-Haul trailer, a truck with no wheels

The Tenth Avenue bus goin' west

 

The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around

     Pigens and dogs fly up and they flutter around                                                                            4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

A man with a badge skips by

Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work

Nobody stops to ask why

 

The bakery truck stops outside of that fence

     A bakery truck stops outside of that fence                                                                                    4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

Where the angels stand high on their poles

     Where the angels stand up on their poles                                                                                     4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1

The driver peeks out, trying to find one face

     The driver looks out out, trying to find one face 4 Jun 1970, NMRS#1, BD1970-3In this concrete world full of souls

 

The angels play on their horns all day

The whole earth in progression seems to pass by

But does anyone hear the music they play

Does anyone even try?

 

Three Angels. 19700604#1#3

 

 

Tomorrow Is A Long Time

First performance 11 August 1962, Minneapolis, Minnesota

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

 

4 June 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 5th New Morning Recording session, #1. Released on Bob Dylan 1970

 

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

If tomorrow wasn’t such a long time, then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all

And if only my own true love was waitin’, if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin’

If only she was lyin’ by me, then I lie in my bed once again

 

There’s beauty in that silver, singin’ river, there’s beauty in that sunrise in the sky

None of these and nothing else can touch the beauty that I know inside of my true love’s eyes

If only my own true love was waitin’, yes, if I could only hear her heart a-softly poundin’

If only she was lyin’ by me, then I lie in my bed once again

 

I can’t see my reflection in the waters, I can’t speak the sounds that show no pain

I can’t hear the echo of my footsteps or remember the sound of my own name

Well if only my own true lover was waitin’, if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin’

Yes, if only she was lyin’ by me, then I’d lie in my bed once again

Yes I would, lie in my bed, once again

 

Tomorrow Is A long Time. 19700604

 

 

Big Yellow Taxi (Joni Mitchell)

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

 

4 June 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 5th New Morning Recording session, #6. Released on Dylan (A Fool Such As I)

 

They pave paradise, they put up a parking lot

A pink hotel, a boutique and a swinging hot spot

Don't it always go to show, you never know what you got till it's gone

They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot

 

They took all the trees, they put them in a tree museum

They charged the people a dollar and a half just to see 'em

Don't it always go to show, you never know what you got till it's gone

They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot

 

Hey farmer, farmer, put away the D.D.T

Give me spots on my apples but leave the birds and the bees, please

Don't it always go to show, you never know what you got till it's gone

They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot

 

Late last night I heard my screen door slam

A big yellow bulldozer took away the house and land

Don't it always go to show, you never know what you got till it's gone

They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot

They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot

They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot

They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot

 

Big Yellow Taxi. 19700604$6

 

 

New Morning (Bob Dylan)

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

 

4 June 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 6th New Morning Recording session, #3. Released on New Morning

 

Can't you hear that rooster crowing, rabbit running down across the road

Underneath the bridge where the water flow through

So happy, just to see you smile underneath the sky of blue

On this new morning, new morning, on this new morning with you

 

Can't you hear that motor turning, automobile coming in to style

Coming down the road for a country mile or two

So happy, just to see you smile underneath this sky of blue

On this new morning, new morning, on this new morning with you

 

The night passed away so quickly, it always does when you're with me

 

Can't you feel that sun a-shining, ground-hog running by the country stream

This must be the day that all of my dreams come true

So happy, just to be alive underneath this sky of blue

On this new morning, new morning, on this new morning with you

 

So happy, just to be alive underneath the sky of blue

On this new morning, new morning, on this new morning with you

 

New morning, new morning, new morning, new morning

New morning, new morning, new morning

 

VARIATIONS New Morning. Compared with the take released on New Morning, recorded 4 June 1970, #3

 

Can't you hear that rooster crowing, rabbit running down across the road

Underneath the bridge where the water flow through

So happy, just to see you smile underneath the sky of blue

On this new morning, new morning, on this new morning with you

 

Can't you hear that motor turning, automobile coming in to style

Coming down the road for a country mile or two

So happy, just to see you smile underneath this sky of blue

On this new morning, new morning, on this new morning with you

 

The night passed away so quickly, it always does when you're with me

     The night passed oh so quickly, it always does when you're with me                                        19700604, NMRS#1

 

Can't you feel that sun a-shining, ground-hog running by the country stream

     Can't you feel that sun shining, ground-hog running up across the stream                              19700604, NMRS#1

This must be the day that all of my dreams come true

     This must be the day that when all my dreams come true                                                           19700604, NMRS#1

So happy, just to be alive underneath this sky of blue

On this new morning, new morning, on this new morning with you

     On this new morning, new morning, on this new morning,morning with you                            19700604, NMRS#1

 

 

     Lines not sung                                                                                                                                     19700604, NMRS#1

So happy, just to be alive underneath the sky of blue

On this new morning, new morning, on this new morning with you

 

New morning, new morning, new morning, new morning

     New morning with you, on this new morning (with you)                                                                19700604, NMRS#1

New morning, new morning, new morning

     New morning with you, new morning with you                                                                               19700604, NMRS#1

 

New Morning. 19700604#1#3

 

 

If Dogs Run Free (Bob Dylan)

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

 

5 June 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio, 6th New Morning Recording session, #3. Released on New Morning

 

If dogs run free, why not we, across the swooping plain?

My ears hear a symphony, two mules, trains and rain

The best is always yet to come, that’s what they explain to me

Just do your thing, you’ll be king, if dogs run free

 

If dogs run free, why not me, across the swamp of time?

My mind weaves a symphony and tapestry of rhyme

Oh, winds which rush my tale to thee, so it may flow and be

To each his own, it’s all unknown, if dogs run free

 

If dogs run free, then what must be, must be, and that is all

True love can make a blade of grass stand up straight and tall

In harmony with the cosmic sea, true love needs no company

It can cure the soul, it can make it whole, if dogs run free

 

5 June 1970, New York City, Columbia Recording Studio. 6th New Morning recording session, #1. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 10

 

If dogs run free, then why not we, across the swooping plain

My ears hear a symphony, two mules, trains and rain

The best is always yet to come, or so they explain to me

But every way is the right way, if dogs run free

If dogs run free, why not we, if dogs run free

 

If dogs run free, then why not me, across the swamp of time

My mind weaves a tapestry, a fine design of rhyme

Oh, winds which rush my tale to thee, so it may flow and be

To each his own, it’s all unknown, if dogs run free

If dogs run free, why not we, if dogs run free

 

If dogs run free, then what must be, must be, and that is all

True love can make a blade of grass stand up straight and tall

In harmony with the cosmic sea, true love needs no company

It can cure the soul, it can make it whole, if dogs run free

If dogs run free, then why not we, if dogs run free

If dogs run free, then why not we, if dogs run free

If dogs run free, why not we, if dogs run free

 

VARIATIONS If Dogs Run Free. Compared with the take released on New Morning, recorded 5 June 1970, #3

 

If dogs run free, why not we, across the swooping plain

     If dogs run free, then why not we, across the swooping plain                                                 5 Jun 1970, NMRS, #1

My ears hear a symphony, two mules, trains and rain

The best is always yet to come, that’s what they explain to me

     The best is always yet to come, or so they explain to me                                                        5 Jun 1970, NMRS, #1

Just do your thing, you’ll be king, if dogs run free

     But every way is the right way, if dogs run free                                                                          5 Jun 1970, NMRS, #1

 

     If dogs run free, why not we, if dogs run free

 

If dogs run free, why not me, across the swamp of time

     If dogs run free, then why not me, across the swamp of time                                                 5 Jun 1970, NMRS, #1

My mind weaves a symphony and tapestry of rhyme

     My mind weaves a tapestry, a fine design of rhyme                                                                 5 Jun 1970, NMRS, #1

Oh, winds which rush my tale to thee, so it may flow and be

To each his own, it’s all unknown, if dogs run free

 

     If dogs run free, why not we, if dogs run free                                                                             5 Jun 1970, NMRS, #1

 

If dogs run free, then what must be, must be, and that is all

True love can make a blade of grass stand up straight and tall

In harmony with the cosmic sea, true love needs no company

It can cure the soul, it can make it whole, if dogs run free

 

     If dogs run free, then why not we, if dogs run free                                                                     5 Jun 1970, NMRS, #1

     If dogs run free, then why not we, if dogs run free                                                                     5 Jun 1970, NMRS, #1

     If dogs run free, why not we, if dogs run free                                                                             5 Jun 1970, NMRS, #1

 

If Dogs Run Free. 19700605#1#3

 

 

Winterlude (Bob Dylan)

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

 

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

 

Winterlude, Winterlude, oh darlin’ Winterlude by the road tonight

Tonight there will be no quarrelin’, everything is gonna be all right

Oh, I see by the angel beside me that love has a reason to shine

You’re the one I adore, come over here and give me more

Then Winterlude, this dude thinks you’re fine

 

Winterlude, Winterlude, my little apple, Winterlude by the corn in the field

Winterlude, let’s go down to the chapel, then come back and cook up a meal

Well, come out when the skating rink glistens by the sun, in the old crossroads sign

The snow is so cold, but our love can be bold

Winterlude, don’t be rude, please be mine

 

Winterlude, Winterlude, my little daisy, Winterlude by the telephone wire

Winterlude, it’s makin’ me lazy, come on, sit by the logs in the fire

The moonlight reflects from the window, where the snowflakes, they cover the sand

Come out tonight, everything will be tight

Winterlude, this dude thinks you’re grand

 

VARIATIONS Winterlude. Compared with the take releases on New Morning, recorded 5 June 1970, #5

 

Winterlude, Winterlude, oh darlin’, Winterlude by the road tonight

Tonight there will be no quarrelin’, everything is gonna be all right

Oh, I see by the angel beside me that love has a reason to shine

You’re the one I adore, come over here and give me more

     You’re the one I adore, come here and give me more                                                              1 Jun 1970, NMRS#3?

Then Winterlude, this dude thinks you’re fine

 

Winterlude, Winterlude, my little apple, Winterlude by the corn in the field

     Winterlude, my Winterlude, my little apple, Winterlude by the corn in the field                        1-6-1970, NMRS#3?

Winterlude, let’s go down to the chapel, then come back and cook up a meal

     Winterlude, let’s go down to the chapel, then come home and cook up a meal                      1-6-1970, NMRS#3?

Well, come out when the skating rink glistens by the sun, in the old crossroads sign

     Come out when the skating rink glistens in the sun, by the old crossroads sign                     1-6-1970, NMRS#3?

The snow is so cold, but our love can be bold, Winterlude, don’t be rude, please be mine

 

Winterlude, Winterlude, my little daisy, Winterlude by the telephone wire

Winterlude, it’s makin’ me lazy, come on, sit by the logs in the fire

     Winterlude, it’s makin’ me lazy, come sit by the logs in the fire                                               1 Jun 1970, NMRS#3?

The moonlight reflects from the window, where the snowflakes, they cover the sand

    Where the [???] where the moonlight reflecting, when the snowflakes cover the sand                      1-6-1970, #3?

Come out tonight, everything will be tight

     Stick by me tonight, everything will be tight                                                                                1 Jun 1970, NMRS#3?

Winterlude, this dude thinks you’re grand

 

Winterlude. 19700605#3?#5

 

 

The Man In Me (Bob Dylan)

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

 

5 June 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio,5th New Morning Recording session, #1. Released on New Morning

 

Lalalalalalalalala

Lalalalalalala lalalalalala lalalalalala

Lalalala lalala lalalalalalalalalala

 

The man in me will do nearly any task

And as for compensation, there’s little he would ask

Take a woman like you to get through to the man in me

 

Storm clouds are raging all around my door

I think to myself I might not take it anymore

Take a woman like your kind to find the man in me

 

But, oh, what a wonderful feeling, just to know that you are near

Sets my heart a-reeling from my toes up to my ears

 

The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein’ seen

But that’s just because he doesn’t want turn into some machine

Take a woman like you to get through to the man in me

 

Lalalalalalalala lalalalala

Lalalalalala lalalalalalala

 

VARIATIONS The Man In Me. Compared with the take released on New Morning, recorded 5 June 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio,5th New Morning Recording session, #1

 

The man in me verse

 

The man in me will do nearly any task

And as for compensation, there’s little he would ask

     As for compensation, whatever you wanna ask                                                                            2 March 1878, Tokyo

Take a woman like you to get through to the man in me

 

     The man in me will do nearly any thing                                                                                ?? jan 1978, Santa Monica

     And as for compensation, what ever you wanna bring                                                      ?? jan 1978, Santa Monica

 

Storm clouds are raging all around my door

I think to myself I might not take it anymore

Take a woman like your kind to find the man in me

 

Wonderful feeling verse

 

But, oh, what a wonderful feeling, just to know that you are near

Sets my heart a-reeling from my toes up to my ears

 

     But, oh, what a wonderful feeling, just to know that you're really there                         ?? Jan 1978, Santa Monica

     It sets my, my heart a-reeling, right from my feet to the top of stairs                             ?? Jan 1978, Santa Monica

 

     Oh, what a wonderful feeling, just to know that you're really real                                   30 Jan 1978, Santa Monica

     It makes my, makes my head go reeling, I can't believe that you're more about to reveal

 

     Oh, what a wonderful feeling, just to know that you really exist                                         15 March 1978, Brisbane

     It makes my, makes my head go reeling, honey when ever you look my way, how can I resist          15 March 78

          It makes my, my head go reeling, honey you just look at me and you know I can't resist                4 July 1978

 

Other verses

 

The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein’ seen                                                      15 June 1970, NMRS#1

But that’s just because he doesn’t want turn into some machine                                               15 June 1970, NMRS#1

Take a woman like you to get through to the man in me                                                             15 June 1979, NMRS#1

 

     Storm clouds are raging all around my door                                                                          15 March 1978, Brisbane

     I think to myself I might not take it anymore                                                                           15 March 1978, Brisbane

 

     Lost on the river of no return                                                                                                30 Dec 1977, Santa Monica

     I try to make it to you, but I'm afraid my heart would burn                                               30 Jan 1978, Santa Monica

          I try get up to you but I'm afraid my heart would burn                                                 ?? Jan 1978, Santa Monica

          I try to teach you how but I don't baby, that you gonna learn                                                      4 July 1978,Paris

 

     [???] on the river of no return                                                                                                                 6 July 1978, Paris

     I try to teach you how but I know that you'll never learn                                                                    6 July 1978, Paris

 

     Oh, I can't believe it, I can't believe it's true                                                                        ?? Jan 1978, Santa Monica

          I don't wanna believe it, but I know it's true                                                                      15 March 1978, Brisbane

          I don't wanna believe it, but I think it's true                                                                                     4 July 1978, Paris

          Oh can you believe it, well I guess it's true                                                                                    6 July 1978, Paris

     Lying next to her when I'm dreaming about you                                                                ?? Jan 1978, Santa Monica

          I'm Lying next to her, but I'm thinking about you                                                          30 Jan 1978, Santa Monica

          I'm Lying next to her, but I'm thinking only of you                                                                    2 March 1978, Tokyo

          I'm lying here next to her, baby, but I'm thinking of you                                                               6 July 1978, Paris

 

     Oh, backing out of the [???] I'll be there anymore                                                             ?? Jan 1978, Santa Monica

     Lying next to her, but I'm thinking about you                                                                      ?? Jan 1978, Santa Monica

 

     I know you got a husband and that's a fact                                                                        30 Jan 1978, Santa Monica

     But I [either] turn me loose or cover my tracks                                                                  30 Jan 1978, Santa Monica

 

     I'm going down by the border, beneath the sun                                                                                  4 July 1978, Paris

     [???] [holding man to man] but maybe you're the one                                                                       4 July 1978, Paris

          Calling out her name, but, baby, you're the one                                                                            6 July 1978, Paris

 

     I know you got a husband, husband at home                                                                        15 March 1978, Brisbane

     But you can't turn me loose and I can't leave you alone                                                      15 March 1978, Brisbane

 

     I know you got a husband, husband of your own                                                                          1 March 1978, Tokyo

     But I can't turn you loose and you can't leave you alone                                                             1 March 1978, Tokyo

 

The Man In Me. 19700605#1, 771230, 7801??, 780130, 780301, 780302, 780315, 780704, 780706

 

 

Ahoooah (Owau) (Bob Dylan)

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

 

 

Father Of Night (Bob Dylan)

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

 

5 June 1970, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studio,6th New Morning Recording session, #11. Released on New Morning

 

Father of night, Father of day

Father, who taketh the darkness away

Father, who teacheth the bird to fly

Builder of rainbows up in the sky

Father of loneliness and pain

Father of love and Father of rain

 

Father of day, Father of night

Father of black, Father of white

Father, who build the mountain so high

Who shapeth the cloud up in the sky

Father of time and Father of dreams

Father, who turneth the rivers and streams

 

Father of grain, Father of wheat

Father of cold and Father of heat

Father of air and Father of trees

Who dwells in our hearts and our memories

Father of minutes, Father of days

Father of whom we most solemnly praise

 

VARIATIONS Father Of Night. Compared with the take released on New Morning, recorded 5 June 1970, #11

 

Father of night, Father of day

Father, who taketh the darkness away

Father, who teacheth the bird to fly

Builder of rainbows up in the sky

Father of loneliness and pain

Father of love and Father of rain

 

Father of day, Father of night

Father of black, Father of white

     Father of black and Father of white                                                                                        5 Jun 1970, NMRS#1($R)

Father, who build the mountain so high

Who shapeth the cloud up in the sky

Father of time and Father of dreams

Father, who turneth the rivers and streams

 

Father of grain, Father of wheat

Father of cold and Father of heat

Father of air and Father of trees

Who dwells in our hearts and our memories

Father of minutes, Father of days

     Father of minute and Father of days                                                                                       5 Jun 1970, NMRS#1($R)

Father of whom we most solemnly praise

 

Father Of Night. 19700605#1#11

 

 

Day Of The Locusts (Bob Dylan)

First performed 12 August 1970, New York City, New York

 

12 August 1970, New York City, New York, , Columbia Recording Studio, 8th New Morning Recording session, #7. Released on New Morning

 

Oh, the benches were stained with tears and perspiration

The birdies were flying from tree to tree

There was little to say, there was no conversation

As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree

And the locusts sang off in the distance, yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody

Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance, yeah, the locusts sang and they were singing for me

 

I glanced into the chamber where the judges were talking

Darkness was everywhere, it smelled like a tomb

I was ready to leave, I was already walkin’

But the next time I looked there was light in the room

And the locusts sang, yeah, it give me a chill, oh, the locusts sang such a sweet melody

Oh, the locusts sang their high whining trill, yeah, the locusts sang and they were singing for me

 

Outside of the gates the trucks were unloadin’

The weather was hot, a-nearly 90 degrees

The man standin’ next to me, his head was exploding

Well, I was prayin’ the pieces wouldn’t fall on me

Yeah, and the locusts sang off in the distance, yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody

Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance, and the locusts sang and they were singing for me

 

I put down my robe, picked up my diploma

Took a-hold of my sweetheart and away we did drive

Straight for the hills, the black hills of Dakota

Sure was glad to get out of there alive

And the locusts sang, wow, it give me a chill, yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody

Now, the locusts sang with a high whinin’ trill, yeah, the locusts sang and they was singing for me

Singing for me, wow, singing for me

 

VARIATIONS Day Of The Locust. Compared with the take released on New Morning, recorded 12 August 1970, $7

 

Oh, the benches were stained with tears and perspiration

The birdies were flying from tree to tree

     Birdies were flying from tree to tree                                                                                        12 Aug 1970, NMRS#6(2)

There was little to say, there was no conversation

As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree

And the locusts sang off in the distance, yeah

The locusts sang such a sweet melody

Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance

Yeah, the locusts sang and they were singing for me

 

I glanced into the chamber where the judges were talking

     I glanced into the room where the judges were talking                                                       12 Aug 1970, NMRS#6(2)

Darkness was everywhere, it smelled like a tomb

I was ready to leave, I was already walkin’

But the next time I looked there was light in the room

And the locusts sang, yeah, it give me a chill

     And the locusts sang, oh, it give me a chill                                                                           12 Aug 1970, NMRS#6(2)

Oh, the locusts sang such a sweet melody

     yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody                                                                        12 Aug 1970, NMRS#6(2)

Oh, the locusts sang their high whining trill

Yeah, the locusts sang and they were singing for me

     Oh, the locusts sang and they were singing for me                                                             12 Aug 1970, NMRS#6(2)

 

Outside of the gates the trucks were unloadin’

The weather was hot, a-nearly 90 degrees

The man standin’ next to me, his head was exploding

Well, I was prayin’ the pieces wouldn’t fall on me

     I was prayin’ the pieces wouldn’t fall on me                                                                          12 Aug 1970, NMRS#6(2)

Yeah, and the locusts sang off in the distance

     Oh, and the locusts sang off in the distance                                                                         12 Aug 1970, NMRS#6(2)

Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody

Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance

And the locusts sang and they were singing for me

     yeah, the locusts sang and they were singing for me                                                          12 Aug 1970, NMRS#6(2)

 

I put down my robe, picked up my diploma

     Well I put down my robe, picked up my diploma                                                                  12 Aug 1970, NMRS#6(2)

Took a-hold of my sweetheart and away we did drive

Straight for the hills, the black hills of Dakota

Sure was glad to get out of there alive

And the locusts sang, wow, it give me a chill

Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody

Now, the locusts sang with a high whinin’ trill

     For, the locusts sang with that high whinin’ trill                                                                    12 Aug 1970, NMRS#6(2)

Yeah, the locusts sang and they was singing for me

Singing for me, wow, singing for me

     Singing for me, singing for me                                                                                                 12 Aug 1970, NMRS#6(2)

 

Day Of The Locusts. 19700812#6($2)#7

 

 

Shirley's Room (Bob Dylan)

25 August 1970. Handwritten Lyrics, Mentioned In Isis. Information in Clinton Heylin's Revolution in the air: the songs of Bob Dylan, 1957-1973

 

 

When I Paint My Masterpiece (Bob Dylan)

First performed 16-19 March 1971, New York City, New York

 

19 March 1971 New York City, New York, Blue Rock Studios, #4. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 10

 

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble, ancient footprints are everywhere

You can almost think that you’re seein’ double on a cold, dark night by the Spanish Stairs

Got to hurry on back to my hotel room where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece

She promised she’d be right there with me, wwhen I paint my masterpiece

 

Oh, the hours I’ve spent inside the Coliseum, dodging lions and wasting time

Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see ’em, It sure has been a long, hard climb

Train wheels runnin’ through the back of my memory, when I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese

Someday, everything is gonna sound like a rhapsody, when I paint my masterpiece

 

Sailin’ round the world in a dirty gondola

So wish I hadn’t 've sold my old victrola

Ain't nothing like that good old rockin'rola

 

I left Rome and pulled into Brussels an a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried

Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin’ muscles, everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside

Newspapermen eating candy, had to be held down by big police

Someday, everything is gonna be different, when I paint that masterpiece

 

19 March 1971 New York City, New York, Blue Rock Studios, #11. Released on More Bob Dylan Greatest Hits

 

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble, ancient footprints are everywhere

You can almost think that you’re seein’ double on a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs

Got to hurry on back to my hotel room, where I got me a date with a Botticcelli's niece

You up, she promised she’d be right there with me, when I paint my masterpiece

 

Oh, the hours that I’ve spent inside the Coliseum, dodging lions and wasting time

Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see ’em, yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb

Train wheels runnin’ through the back of my memory as the daylight hours do increase

Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody when I paint my masterpiece

 

I left Rome and pulled into Brussels with a picture of a tall oak tree by my side

Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin’ muscles, everyone was there but nobody tried to hide

Newspapermen eating cand, had to be held down by big police

Someday, everything is gonna be different, when I paint that masterpiece

 

19 November 1975, Memorial Auditorium, Worcester, Massachusetts, Released on The 1975 Live Recordings. This is an example of the Rolling Thunder Revue lyrics layout with combined verses, including the variations on that Rolling Thunder Revue

 

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble

     Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with trouble                                                              21 Nov 1975, Boston, evening

Ancient footprints are everywhere

You can almost think that you’re seein’ your double

     You can almost think that you’re seein’ your double                               19 Nov 1975, Worcester, see lyrics above

On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs

     On a cold, dark [???] on the Spanish Stairs                                                                                26 Nov 1975, Augusta

Remember the nights at the Coliseum

Dodging lions and wasting time

     Dodging lions and wasting time and [???]                                                                              23 Jan 1976, Rehearsals

On the streets of the Vatican, I could hardly stand to see ’em

Well it sure has been one hell of a climb

Got to hurry on back to my hotel room

     [Hurry] on back to my hotel room                                                                                    21 Nov 1975, Boston, evening

Where I got me a date with Botticelli's niece

     Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece                                          21 Nov 1975, Boston, evening

Well she promised she’d be right there with me

When I paint that masterpiece

 

Sailin’ around the world in a dirty gondola

Oh, to be back in the land of Coca Cola

 

I left Rome and pulled into Brussels

On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried

     On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost shied                                                                        23 Jan 1976, Rehearsals

     On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost died                                                      22 April 1976, Clearwater, afternoon

Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin’ muscles

     Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin’ their muscles                                                       8 Dec 1975, Montreal

     Clergymen in uniform and young men pullin’ muscles                                                         23 Jan 1976, Rehearsals

Well it sure has been one hell of a ride

     Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside                                                          30 Oct 1975, Plymouth

Newspapermen eating candy

     [Newspapermen] eating candy                                                                                                     30 Oct 1975, Plymouth

     Newspapermen eating candy, it's on the New York Times                                     21 Nov 1975, Boston, afternoon

     Newspapermen selling candy                                                                                                8 Dec 1975, New York City

     Newspapermen sucking on candy                                                                                           23 Jan 1976, Rehearsals

Had to be held down by big police, you had to be there

     Had to be held down by big police, every word is true                           20 Nov 1974, Cambridge, see lyrics above

     Had to be held back by big police                                                                                   21 Nov 1974, Boston, evening

     Had to be held back by French police                                                                                           8 Dec 1975, Montreal

Someday, everything is gonna be different

     Someday, everything is gonna be [???]                                                              22 April 1976, Clearwater, afternoon

When I paint that masterpiece

 

Train wrecks runnin’ through the back of my memory

When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese

Someday, everything is gonna be beautiful

     Someday, it's gonna be like a rhapsody                                                                                     30 Oct 1975, Plymouth

When I paint that masterpiece, when I paint that masterpiece

 

VARIATIONS When I Paint My Masterpiece. Compared with the take released on Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits Volume II (More Bob Dylan Greatest Hits)

 

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble

     Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with trouble                                                              21 Nov 1975, Boston, evening

Ancient footprints are everywhere

     Ancient footsteps are everywhere                                                                                         1 Jan 1972, New York City

You can almost think that you’re seein’ double

     You can almost think that you’re seein’ your double                               19 Nov 1975, Worcester, see lyrics above

On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs

     On a cold, dark night by the Spanish Stairs                                                          19 Mar 1971, Blue Rock Studios#4

     On a cold, dark [???] on the Spanish Stairs                                                                               26 Nov 1975,  Augusta

Got to hurry on back to my hotel room

     [Hurry] on back to my hotel room                                                                                    21 Nov 1975, Boston, evening

Where I got me a date with a Botticelli’s niece

     Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece                                  19 Mar 1971, Blue Rock Studios#4

     Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece                                          21 Nov 1975, Boston, evening

You up, she promised she’d be right there with me

     She promised she’d be right there with me                                                           19 Mar 1971, Blue Rock Studios#4

When I paint my masterpiece

 

Oh, the hours that I’ve spent inside the Coliseum

     Oh, the hours I’ve spent inside the Coliseum                                                       19 Mar 1971, Blue Rock Studios#4

     Remember the night at the Coliseum                                                         19 Nov 1975, Worcester, see lyrics above

Dodging lions and wasting time

     Dodging lions and wasting time and [???]                                                                              23 Jan 1976, Rehearsals

Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see ’em

Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb

     It sure has been a long, hard climb                                                                        19 Mar 1971, Blue Rock Studios#4

     Yes it sure has been one hell of a climb                                                    19 Nov 1975, Worcester, see lyrics above

Train wheels runnin’ through the back of my memory

     Train wrecks runnin’ through the back of my memory                             19 Nov 1975, Worcester, see lyrics above

As the daylight hours do increase

     When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese                                    19 Mar 1971, Blue Rock Studios#4

Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody

     Someday, everything is gonna sound like a rhapsody                                        19 Mar 1971, Blue Rock Studios#4

When I paint my masterpiece

 

     Sailin’ round the world in a dirty gondola                                                               19 Mar 1971, Blue Rock Studios#4

     Sure wish I hadn’t 've sold my old victrola                                                             19 Mar 1971, Blue Rock Studios#4

     Ain't nothing like that good old rockin'rola                                                             19 Mar 1971, Blue Rock Studios#4

          Gonna be back in the land of Coca Cola                                                                        1 Jan 1972, New York City

 

I left Rome and pulled into Brussels

With a picture of a tall oak tree by my side

     On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried                                                       19 Mar 1971, Blue Rock Studios#4

     On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost shied                                                                        23 Jan 1976, Clearwater

     On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost died                                                      22 April 1976, Clearwater, afternoon

Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin’ muscles

     Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin’ their muscles                                                       4 Dec 1975, Montreal

Everyone was there but nobody tried to hide

     Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside                                     19 Mar 1971, Blue Rock Studios#4

     Everyone was there to meet me when I stepped inside                                                     1 Jan 1972, New York City

Newspapermen eating candy

     Newspapermen eating candy, it's on the New York Times                                     21 Nov 1975, Boston, afternoon

     [Newspapermen] eating candy                                                                                                     30 Oct 1975, Plymouth

     Newspapermen sucking on candy                                                                                            23 Jan 1976, Clearwater

Had to be held down by big police

     Had to be held down by big police, you had to be there                                                        19 Nov 1975, Worcester

     Had to be held down by big police, every word is true                           20 Nov 1974, Cambridge, see lyrics above

     Had to be held back by big police                                                                                   21 Nov 1974, Boston, evening

     Had to be held back by French police                                                                                           4 Dec 1975, Montreal

Someday, everything is gonna be different

     Someday, it's gonna be like a rhapsody                                                                                     30 Oct 1975, Plymouth

When I paint that masterpiece

 

When I Paint My Masterpiece. 19710319#4#11, 19720101, 19751030, 19751031, 19751115eve, 19751119, 19751120, 19751121aft, 19751121eve, 19751126, 19751204, 19751208, 19760123, 19760422aft

 

 

Watching The River Flow (Bob Dylan)

First performed 16-19 March 1971, New York City, New York

 

19 March 1971 New York City, New York, Blue Rock Studios. Released on Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits Volume II (More Bob Dylan Greatest Hits)

 

What’s the matter with me, I don’t have much to say

Daylight sneakin’ through the window and I’m still in this all-night café

Walkin’ to and fro beneath the moon, out to where the trucks are rollin’ slow

To sit down on this bank of sand and watch the river flow

 

Wish I was back in the city instead of this old bank of sand

With the sun beating down over the chimney tops and the one I love so close at hand

If I had wings and I could fly, I know where I would go

But right now I’ll just sit here so contentedly and watch the river flow

 

People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah, makes you stop and all wonder why

Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street who just couldn’t help but cry

Oh, but this ol’ river keeps on rollin’, though, no matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow

And as long as it does I’ll just sit here and watch the river flow

 

People disagreeing everywhere you look, makes you wanna stop and read a book

Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street that was really shook

Well, but this ol’ river keeps on rollin’, though, no matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow

And as long as it does I’ll just sit here and watch the river flow

 

Watch the river flow

Watchin’ the river flow

Watchin’ the river flow

But I’ll just sit down on this bank of sand

And watch the river flow

 

VARIATIONS Watching The River Flow. Compared with the take released on Greatest Hits Volume II (More Bob Dylan Greatest Hits), recorded 19 March 1971 New York City, New York, Blue Rock Studios

 

What’s the matter with me, I don’t have much to say

Daylight sneakin’ through the window and I’m still in this all-night café

Walkin’ to and fro beneath the moon, out to where the trucks are rollin’ slow

To sit down on this bank of sand and watch the river flow

 

Wish I was back in the city instead of this old bank of sand

With the sun beating down over the chimney tops and the one I love so close at hand

If I had wings and I could fly, I know where I would go

But right now I’ll just sit here so contentedly and watch the river flow

     Right now I’ll just sit here and watch the river flow                                                                      21 Nov 1978, El Paso

 

People disagreeing on all just about everything

     People disagreeing everywhere you look                                                                                     21 Nov 1978, El Paso

Yeah, makes you stop and all wonder why

     It makes you want to stop them, go read a book                                                                         21 Nov 1978, El Paso

Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street

Who just couldn’t help but cry

     He was running a [shop]                                                                                                                  21 Nov 1978, El Paso

Oh, but this ol’ river keeps on rollin’, though

No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow

     [Smooth] and slow                                                                                                                            21 Nov 1978, El Paso

And as long as it does I’ll just sit here and watch the river flow

 

People disagreeing everywhere you look

     People are [rattling] [???]                                                                                                                21 Nov 1978, El Paso

Makes you wanna stop and read a book

     [Makes you wanna stop a little while]                                                                                            21 Nov 1978, El Paso

Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street

     [???]                                                                                                                                                    21 Nov 1978, El Paso

That was really shook

     [???]                                                                                                                                                    21 Nov 1978, El Paso

Well, but this ol’ river keeps on rollin’, though

No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow

And as long as it does I’ll just sit here and watch the river flow

 

Watch the river flow

Watchin’ the river flow

Watchin’ the river flow

But I’ll just sit down on this bank of sand

And watch the river flow

 

Watching The River Flow. 19710319, 781121

 

 

Sammy's Song (David Bromberg)

First performed 5 October 1971, New York City, New York

 

5 October 1971, New York City, New York. David Bromberg recording session. Released on David Bromberg

 

Sideman. Bob Dylan plays harmonica

 

Sammy’s Song. 19711005

 

 

Hi-Heel Sneakers (Tommy Tucker)

First performed October 1971, New York City, New York, PBS Studio

 

October 1971, New York City, New York. David Bromberg recording session.

 

Sideman. Bob Dylan plays piano

 

Hi-Heel Sneakers. 197110??

 

 

Nurse's Song (William Blake/Allen Ginsberg)

First performed 30 October 1971, New York City, New York, PBS Studio

 

30 October 1971, New York City, New York. David Bromberg recording session. Broadcast in FREETIME on PBS-TV

 

Sideman. Bob Dylan plays guitar

 

Nurse’s Song. 19711030

 

 

September On Jessore Road (Allen Ginsberg)

First performed 30 October 1971, New York City, New York, PBS Studio

 

30 October 1971, New York City, New York. David Bromberg recording session. Broadcast in FREETIME on PBS-TV

 

Sideman. Dylan plays guitar

 

September On Jessore Road. 19711030, 19711109-20

 

 

A Dream (William Blake, Allen Ginsberg)

First performed 30 October 1971, New York City, New York, PBS Studio

 

30 October 1971, New York City, New York. David Bromberg recording session. Broadcast in FREETIME on PBS-TV

 

Sideman. Bob Dylan plays guitar

 

A Dream. 19711030

 

 

Mantra (Writer inknown)

First performed 30 October 1971, New York City, New York, PBS Studio

 

30 October 1971, New York City, New York. David Bromberg recording session. Broadcast in FREETIME on PBS-TV

 

Sideman. Bob Dylan plays guitar

 

Mantra. 19711030

 

 

Vajra Guru Mantra (trad.)

First performed 31 October 1971, New York City, New York, unknown location

 

31 October 1971, New York City, New York. David Bromberg recording session. Broadcast in FREETIME on PBS-TV

 

Sideman. Bob Dylan plays guitar

 

Vajra Guru Mantra. 19711031

 

 

Infant Joy (William Blake/Allen Ginsberg)

First performed 31 October 1971, New York City, New York, unknown location

 

31 October 1971, New York City, New York. David Bromberg recording session. Broadcast in FREETIME on PBS-TV

 

Sideman. Bob Dylan plays guitar

 

Infant Joy. 19711031

 

 

Holy Thursday (William Blake)

First performed 31 October 1971, New York City, New York, unknown location

 

31 October 1971, New York City, New York. David Bromberg recording session. Broadcast in FREETIME on PBS-TV

 

Sideman. Bob Dylan plays guitar

 

Holy Thursday. 19711031

 

 

David Amram Improvising (David Amram)

First performed 31 October 1971, New York City, New York, unknown location

 

31 October 1971, New York City, New York. David Bromberg recording session. Broadcast in FREETIME on PBS-TV

 

Sideman. Bob Dylan plays guitar

 

David Amram Improvising. 19711031

 

 

Dylan on Guitar (Bob Dylan)

First performed 31 October 1971, New York City, New York, unknown location

 

31 October 1971, New York City, New York. David Bromberg recording session. Broadcast in FREETIME on PBS-TV

 

Sideman. Bob Dylan plays guitar

 

Dylan On Guitar. 19711031

 

 

The Fly (William Blake/Allen Ginsberg)

First performed 31 October 1971, New York City, New York, unknown location

 

31 October 1971, New York City, New York. David Bromberg recording session. Broadcast in FREETIME on PBS-TV

 

Sideman. Bob Dylan plays guitar

 

The Fly. 19711031

 

 

Spring (Allen Ginsberg)

First performed 31 October 1971, New York City, New York, unknown location

 

31 October 1971, New York City, New York. David Bromberg recording session. Broadcast in FREETIME on PBS-TV

 

Sideman. Bob Dylan plays guitar

 

Spring. 19711031

 

 

Merrily Dream (Allen Ginsberg)

First performed 31 October 1971, New York City, New York, unknown location

 

31 October 1971, New York City, New York. David Bromberg recording session. Broadcast in FREETIME on PBS-TV

 

Sideman. Bob Dylan plays guitar

 

Merrily Dream. 19711031

 

 

Amram Flute Solo (David Amram)

First performed 31 October 1971, New York City, New York, unknown location

 

31 October 1971, New York City, New York. David Bromberg recording session. Broadcast in FREETIME on PBS-TV

 

Sideman. Bob Dylan plays guitar

 

Amram Flute Solo. 19711031

 

 

Om Mani Padme Hum (Allen Ginsberg)

First performed 31 October 1971, New York City, New York, unknown location

 

31 October 1971, New York City, New York. David Bromberg recording session. Broadcast in FREETIME on PBS-TV

 

Sideman. Bob Dylan plays guitar

 

Om Mani Padme Hum. 19711031

 

 

George Jackson (Bob Dylan)

First performed 4 November 1971, New York City, New York, Columbia Studio

 

4 November 1971, New York City, New York, Columbia Studio B, #1. Electric version. Released on Masterpieces

 

I woke up this mornin’, there were tears in my bed

They killed a man I really loved, shot him through the head

Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

 

Sent him off to prison for a seventy-dollar robbery, they closed the door behind him and they threw away the key

Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

 

He wouldn’t take shit from no one, he wouldn’t bow down or kneel, a

Authorities, they hated him because he was just too real

Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

 

The prison guards, they watched him and they cursed him from above

But they were frightened of his power, they were scared of his love

Lord, Lord, so they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground.

 

Sometimes I think this whole world is one big prison yard

Some of us are prisoners, some of us are guards

Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

 

     Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground            4 November 1971, #2

Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

 

Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

 

4 November 1971, New York City, New York, Columbia Studio B, #2. Acoustic version. On bootleg Hard To Find

 

I woke up this mornin’, there were tears in my bed, they killed a man I really loved, they shot him through the head

Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

 

Sent him off to prison for a seventy-dollar robbery, they closed the door behind him and they threw away the key

Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

 

He wouldn’t take shit from no one, he wouldn’t bow down or kneel, a

Authorities, they hated him because he was just too real

Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

 

Prison guards, they cursed him as they watched him from above

But they were frightened of his power, they were scared of his love

Lord, Lord, so they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground.

 

Sometimes I think this whole world is one big prison yard

Some of us are prisoners, the rest of us are guards

Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

 

VARIATIONS George Jackson. Compared with the Acoustic take released on single, recorded 4 November 1971, #2

 

I woke up this mornin’, there were tears in my bed

They killed a man I really loved, they shot him through the head

     They killed a man I really loved, shot him through the head                                                      4 November 1971, #1

Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down

Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

 

Sent him off to prison for a seventy-dollar robbery

They closed the door behind him and they threw away the key

Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down

Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

 

He wouldn’t take shit from no one, he wouldn’t bow down or kneel

Authorities, they hated him because he was just too real

Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down

Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

 

Prison guards, they cursed him as they watched him from above

     The prison guards, they watched him and they cursed him from above                                 4 November 1971, #1

But they were frightened of his power, they were scared of his love

Lord, Lord, so they cut George Jackson down

Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground.

 

Sometimes I think this whole world is one big prison yard

Some of us are prisoners, the rest of us are guards

     Some of us are prisoners, some of us are guards                                                                      4 November 1971, #1

Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down

Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

 

     Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground            4 November 1971, #1

     Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground            4 November 1971, #1

     Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground            4 November 1971, #1

     Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground            4 November 1971, #1

 

     Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground            4 November 1971, #1

     Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground            4 November 1971, #1

     Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down, Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground            4 November 1971, #1

 

 

George Jackson. 19711104#1#2

 

 

Wallflower

First performed 4 November 1971, New York City, New York, Columbia Studio

 

4 November 1971, New York City, New York, Columbia Studio B, #1. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 2

 

Wallflower, wallflower, won't you dance with me, I’m sad and lonely too

Wallflower, wallflower, won't you dance with me, I’m fallin’ in love with you

 

Just like you I’m wondrin’ what I’m doin’ here

Just like you I’m wondrin’ what’s goin’ on

 

Wallflower, wallflower, won't you dance with me, the night will soon be gone

 

I have seen you standing in the smoky haze

And I know that you’re gonna be mine one of these days

Mine alone

 

Wallflower, wallflower, take a chance on me, Please let me ride you home

 

VARIATIONS Wallflower. Compared with the take released on The Bootleg Series Volume 2, recorded 4 November 1971, #1

 

Wallflower, wallflower, won't you dance with me, I’m sad and lonely too

     Wallflower, wallflower, would you dance with me, I’m sad and lonely too                               4 Nov 1971, Studio#2

Wallflower, wallflower, won't you dance with me, I’m fallin’ in love with you

     Wallflower, wallflower, would you dance with me, I’m fallin’ in love with you                          4 Nov 1971, Studio#2

 

Just like you I’m wondrin’ what I’m doin’ here

Just like you I’m wondrin’ what’s goin’ on

 

Wallflower, wallflower, won't you dance with me, The night will soon be gone

     Wallflower, wallflower, would you dance with me, the night will soon be gone                      4 Nov 1971, Studio#2

 

I have seen you standing in the smoky haze

And I know that you’re gonna be mine one of these days

Mine alone

 

Wallflower, wallflower, take a chance on me, Please let me ride you home

 

     Wallflower, wallflower, would you dance with me, I’m sad and lonely too                               4 Nov 1971, Studio#2

     Wallflower, wallflower, take a chance on me, I’m fallin’ in love with you                                 4 Nov 1971, Studio#2

 

Wallflower. 19701104#1#2, 19721009

 

 

Vomit Express (Allen Ginsberg, Bob Dylan

First performed 9-17, 20 November 1971, New York City, New York

 

17 November 1971, New York City, New York, Record Plant, Allen Ginsberg and friends. Only the lyrics of #1 are given

 

Vocals Allen Ginsburg. Bob Dylan guitar and Backup. Other backup vocals Peter Orlovsky, Anne Waldman,

 

(I'm going down to Puerto Rico, I'm going down on the midnight plane)

(I'm going down on the Vomit Express, I'm going down with my suitcase pain)

 

(You can take an ancient vacation, fly over Florida's deep-blue end)

(Rise up out of this mad-house nation, I'm going down with my oldest tender friend)

 

I'm going down to Puerto Rico, I'm going down on the midnight plane

I'm going down on the Vomit Express, I'm going down with my suitcase pain

 

(We know each other now twenty years, seen murders, and we wept tears)

(Now we're gonna take ourselves a little bit of free time, wandering round the southern poverty clime)

 

I'm going down to Puerto Rico, I'm going down on the midnight plane

I'm going down on the Vomit Express, I'm going down with my suitcase pain

 

(Start flyin' with all the poor, old, sick ladies, everybody in the plane, crowded and drunk, and they're crazy)

(Flyin' home to die in the wobbly air, all night long, they wanted the cheapest fare)

 

I'm going down to Puerto Rico, I'm going down on the midnight plane

I'm going down on the Vomit Express, I'm going down with my suitcase pain

 

(When we're going on the air field, I've never been there, cxcept once walkin' around the air field in the great, wet heat)

(Walk out, smell that old mother-load of shit from the tropics, stomach growl love, oh friends, beware)

 

I'm going down to Puerto Rico, I'm going down on the midnight plane

I'm going down on the Vomit Express, I'm going down with my suitcase pain

 

(Me and my friend, no we won't even drink and I won't eat meat, I won't fuck around)

(Gonna walk the streets alone, cars all blink and wink, taxi's, buses and US gas all around)

 

I'm going down to Puerto Rico, I'm going down on the midnight plane

I'm going down on the Vomit Express, I'm going down with my suitcase pain

 

(Start read poetry at the university, meet kids, look at their breasts, touch their hands, kiss their heads)

(Seen from the heart, maybe the four buddhist normal truths, existence is suffering, it ends when you're dead)

 

I'm going down to Puerto Rico, I'm going down on the midnight plane

I'm going down on the Vomit Express, I'm going down with my suitcase pain

 

(While walk up on the mountain, see the green rain, imagine that forest, finds, get lost)

(Sit cross-legged and meditate on old love pain, watch every old love turn to gold)

 

I'm going down to Puerto Rico, I'm going down on the midnight plane

I'm going down on the Vomit Express, I'm going down with my suitcase pain

 

(See raindrops and the jungle rainbow, dancin' men, brown legs walk around on the mud road)

(far from US smog, war, again, sit down, empty mind, vomit my holy load)

 

I'm going down to Puerto Rico, I'm going down on the midnight plane

I'm going down on the Vomit Express, I'm going down with my suitcase pain

 

(Come back to earth, walk the streets in shock, smoke some grass and eat me some cock)

(kiss the mouth of the sweetest boy I can see who shows me his white teeth and brown skin joy)

 

I'm going down to Puerto Rico, I'm going down on the midnight plane

I'm going down on the Vomit Express, I'm going down with my suitcase pain

 

(Go find my old friend, we'll go to the museum, talk 'bout politics with the cats, and ask for revolution)

(Get back on the plane and chant high in the sky, back to earth, to New York garbage streets and fly)

 

I'm going down to Puerto Rico, I'm going down on the midnight plane

I'm going down on the Vomit Express, I'm going down with my suitcase pain

 

(I'm gonna come back with frighteneds in the hot at New York's electrical eternity here)

(Pull the air-conditioner plug from the wall, sit down with my straight spine and pray)

 

I'm going down to Puerto Rico, I'm going down on the midnight plane

I'm going down on the Vomit Express, I'm going down with my suitcase pain

 

Vomit Express. 19711109-17,20#1#2

 

 

Going To San Diego (Allen Ginsberg)

First performed 9-17, 20 November 1971, New York City, New York, Record Plant

 

17 November 1971, New York City, New York, Record Plant, Allen Ginsberg and friends.

 

Vocals Allen Ginsburg. Bob Dylan guitar and Backup. Other backup vocals Peter Orlovsky, Anne Waldman,

 

(Going to San Diego, the whole world gonna swing, I'm going to San Diego, let them brass their ring)

(Hoping in San Diego find out what my future brings)

 

(Going to San Diego, walk out on that street, going to San Diego, get know however I meet)

(Going there, have me gonna take my lonely beat)

 

(Going to San Diego, salute you're holy soul, salute, San Diego, take your jelly roll)

([???])

 

(Going to San Diego, announce the end of the war, going to San Diego, ain't gonna murder no more)

(Till the politicians stop acting like a whore)

 

(Going to San Diego, play the holy [cry], going to San Diego, sing like I could die)

(Oh Lord, let there be tears in every eye)

 

Going to San Diego, Going to San Diego, Going to San Diego, Going to San Diego

Going to San Diego, Going to San Diego, Going to San Diego, Going to San Diego

 

(Going to San Diego, gonna take my blues along,going to San Diego, sing a piecefull song)

(Oh San Diego, I won't do no wrong)

 

(Come to San Diego, show you're a pieceful man, oh mister Nixon, better bow down to Uncle Sam)

(All the citizens then election [???])

 

Going To San Diego. 19711109-17,20

 

 

Om My Soul Shalom (traditional)

First performed 9-17, 20 November 1971, New York City, New York, Record Plant

 

9-17, 20 November 1971, New York City, New York, Record Plant, Allen Ginsberg and friends.

 

Sideman. Dylan plays guitar

 

On My Soul Shalom. 19721109-17,20

 

 

Jimmy Berman Rag (Allen Ginsberg/Bob Dylan

First performed 9-17, 20 November 1971, New York City, New York, Record Plant

 

17 November 1971, New York City, New York, Record Plant, Allen Ginsberg and friends.

 

Vocals Allen Ginsburg. Bob Dylan guitar and Backup. Other backup vocals Peter Orlovsky, Anne Waldman,

 

(Oh, that Jimmy Berman was a boy that is worth tellin)

 

(Jimmy Berman on the corner sold the New York Times)

(Jimmy Berman in New York he had a long, long climb)

(Started as a shoeshine boy, ended on Times Square)

(Jimmy Berman, what’s that rose you got settin’ in your hair)

 

(Jimmy Berman what’s your sex, why you hang ‘round here all day)

(Jimmy Berman what’s up next, oh what do you play)

(Who you wanna sleep with night, Jimmy boy? Would you like come with me)

(Jimmy Berman, O my love, O what misery)

 

(Jimmy Berman, do you feel the same as what I do)

(Jimmy Berman, won’t you come home and make love with me too)

(Jimmy Berman, I’ll take my clothes off, lay me down in bed)

(Jimmy Berman, drop your pants, I’ll give you some good head)

 

(Eighteen-year-old Jimmy, the boy is my delight)

(Eighteen-year-old Jimmy, I love him day and night

(Now I know I’m getting kinda old to chase poor Jimmy’s tail)

(But I won’t tell you other, love, it be too long a tale)

 

(Jimmy Berman, please love me, I throw myself at your feet)

(Jimmy Berman, I’ll give you money, oh, won’t that be neat)

(Jimmy Berman, just give me your heart and yeah! your soul)

(Jimmy Berman, please come home with me, I would be whole)

 

Jimmy Berman on the street, waiting for his god

Jimmy Berman as I pass gives me a holy nod

Jimmy Berman he has watched and seen the strangers pass

Jimmy Berman he gave up, he wants no more, alas

 

Jimmy Berman does yoga, he smokes a little grass

Jimmy Berman’s back is straight, he knows what to bypass

Jimmy Berman don’t take junk, he don’t shoot speed in his eye

Jimmy Berman’s got a healthy mind and Jimmy Berman is ours

 

Jimmy Berman, Jimmy Berman, I will say goodbye

Jimmy Berman, Jimmy Berman, love you till I die

Jimmy Berman, Jimmy Berman, wave to me as well

Jimmy Berman, Jimmy Berman, please abolish Hell

 

Jimmy Berman Rag. 19711109-17,20

 

 

Many Loves (Allen Ginsberg)

First performed 9-17, 20 November 1971, New York City, New York, Record Plant

Dylan guitar, backup vocals

 

 

Prajnaparamitra Sutra (traditional)

First performed 9-17, 20 November 1971, New York City, New York, Record Plant

Dylan guitar, backup vocals

 

 

The Tyger (William Blake, Bob Dylan, Allen Ginsberg)

First performed 9-17, 20 November 1971, New York City, New York, Record Plant

Dylan guitar, backup vocals

 

 

Put My Money Down (Gimme My Money Back) (Allen Ginsberg?)

First performed 9-17, 20 November 1971, New York City, New York, Record Plant

Dylan guitar, backup vocals

 

9, 17 and 20 November 1971, New York City, Record Plant Recording Studio. Alan Ginsberg and friends

 

Oh, right

 

Pay me my money down, pay me, pay me, pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me my money down, pay me, oh,     pay me my money down

 

That's it. Right?

 

Pay me, pay me, pay me my money down, pay me or land in jail, pay me my money down

 

Pay me, pay me, pay me my money down, pay me or go to jail, pay me my money down

 

Put My Money Down. 19711109>

 

 

(Oh Babe) For You (Allen Ginsberg?)

First performed 9-17, 20 November 1971, New York City, New York, Record Plant

Dylan guitar, backup vocals

 

9, 17 and 20 November 1971, New York City, Record Plant Recording Studio. Alan Ginsberg and friends

 

[[???]

[???] For you

 

[Oh, down leaving, coming down the road]

[Talking bout easy, oh my love is sold for you]

For you, for you, oh baby for you

For you, for you, oh baby for you

 

[Well, it's on my knees that you [???] Lord]

[See no baby but I feel like stone and I'm alone]

 

I'm alone and I need my like a midnight hour

[roaming and leaving spinning like a flower for you]

For you, for you, oh baby for you

For you, for you, oh baby for you

 

(Oh Babe) For You. 19711106>

 

 

Shirley's Room (Bob Dylan)

25 August 1970. Handwritten Lyrics, Mentioned In Isis

 

 

Responsibility (Bob Dylan, Helena Springs)

October 1971. Rundown Studio With Helena Springs

 

 

Round And Round We Go (Bob Dylan)

Late 1971. Lines Found By Weberman In Dylan Garbage? Lyrics published in Writings and Drawings. Information in Clinton Heylin's Revolution in the air: the songs of Bob Dylan, 1957-1973

 

 

Donald And Lydia (John Prine)

First performed 9 September 1972, New Cork City, New York, The Bitter End

 

9 September 1972, New Cork City, New York, The Bitter End. A gig with John Prine

 

Bob Dylan plays harmonica and sings harmony vocals

 

Donal And Lydia. 19720909

 

 

Sam Stone (John Prine)

First performed 9 September 1972, New Cork City, New York, The Bitter End

 

9 September 1972, New Cork City, New York, The Bitter End. A gig with John Prine

 

Bob Dylan plays harmonica and sings harmony vocals

 

Sam Stone. 19720909

 

 

Election Year Rag (Steve Goodman)

First performed Mid September 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio

 

Mid September 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio, Released on The Essential Steve Goodman.

 

Vocals Steve Goodman. Bob Dylan as Robert Milkwood Thomas plays piano and sings harmony vocals although I don’t hear him

 

Come on, babe won't you take a change, you're papa's gonna show you a brand new dance

You shuffle on down, now don't be no drag and do that Election Year Rag

 

You take two steps to the left and two steps to the right, and then you stand in the middle and you hang on tight

You come on down now, don't you lag and do that Election Year Rag

 

Jump on the old bandwagon, here's what we're gonna do

Go down to the precinct captain's house this morning and scarf up some lame duc stew

 

Well, don't  you cry, don't shed no tears, you know it only comes around every four years

And I'm your dark horse and you're my nag, do that Election Year Rag

 

If you feel like you need a score card, well, you really don't have to fuss

You know the winner's always somebody else and the loser is alwas us

 

And it's shake it to the East, then shake it th the West, hand me down my bullet-proof vest

It's nobody's choice, and it's anybody's guess

And do that Election, there ain't no selection, and do that Election Year Rag

 

Election Year Rag. 197209??

 

 

Somebody Else's Troubles (Steve Goodman)

First performed Mid September 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio

 

Mid September 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio, Released on The Essential Steve Goodman.

 

Vocals Steve Goodman. Bob Dylan as Robert Milkwood Thomas plays piano and sings harmony vocals

 

Yesterday I went downtown and saw an old-time picture show and the hero got a pie in the face

He didn't like that and he stormed around the screen, but everybody else was laughing in that place

 

That's because it ain't hard to get with somebody else's troubles

And they don't make you lose any sleep at night

Just as long as fate is out there bustin' somebody else's bubbles

Everything's gonna be alright and everything's gonna be alright

 

And tell me, did you ever have to pay for something that you didn't do

And did you ever figure out the reason why

And when the doctor says this is gonna hurt me a lot more that this hurts you

Did you ever figure out that that's a lie

 

He knows it ain't hard to get along with somebody else's troubles

And they don't make you lose any sleep at night

Just as long as fate is out there bustin' somebody else's bubbles

Eerything is gonna be alright and everything will be alright

 

And I saw the boss come a-walking down along that factory line

He said, we all have to tighten up our belts

But he didn't look any thinner than he did a year ago

And I wonder just how hungry that man felt

 

But he knows it ain't too hard to get along with somebody else's troubles

And they don't make you lose any sleep at night

Just as long as fate is out there bustin' somebody else's bubbles

Everything is gonna be alright and everything is gonna be alright

 

And I asked that undertaker what it took to make him laugh

When all he ever saw is peoplu crying

First he hands me a bunch of flowers that he'd recieved on my behalf

Said, Steve, business just gets better all the time

 

And it ain't too hard to get along with somebody else's troubles

And they don't make you lose any sleep at night

Just as long as fate is out there busting somebody else's bubbles

Everything's gonna be alright and everything is gonna be alright

 

Somebody Else's Troubles.197209??

 

 

Blues Stay Away From Me (A and R Delmore, W Raney H. Glover)

First performed 9 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio

 

9 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio. Released on Doug Sahm And Band

 

Sideman. Dylan plays guitar and sings background vocals

 

Blues, stay away from me, blues, why don't you let me be, time goes by and still I can't be free

 

Blues, stay away from me, blues, won't you let me be, time goes by, still I can't be free

 

Blues, stay away from me, blues, why don't you let me be, time goes by, still I can't be free

 

Tears, so many I can't see, years, so many I can't see, time goes by, still I can't be free

 

Blues, stay away from me, blues, why don't you let me be, time goes by, still I can't be free

Time goes by, still I can't be free, yso many I can't see,Time goes by

 

Blues Stay Away From Me. 19721009

 

 

Me And Paul (Willie Nelson)

First performed 9 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio

 

9 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio. Released on Doug Sahm And Band

 

Sideman. Dylan plays guitar and harmonica

 

Me And Paul. 19721009

 

 

Poison Love (Elmer Laird)

First performed 9 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio

 

9 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio. Released on Doug Sahm And Band

 

Sideman. Bob Dylan plays guitar

 

Poison Love. 19721009

 

 

(Is Anybody Going To) San Antone (Dave Kirby, Glen Martin)

First performed 10 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio

 

10 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio. Released on Doug Sahm And Band

 

Dylan and Atwood Allen sing harmony vocals

 

Rain drippin' off the brim of my hat, it sure looks cold today

Here I am a-walkin' down 66, wish she hadn't done me this way

Sleepin' under a table in a roadside park, a man could wake up dead

But it sure seemed warmer than it did sleepin' in my king-size bed

 

Is anybody going to San Antone or Phoenix, Arizona

Any place is all right as long as I can forget I've ever known her

 

Wind whippin' down the neck of my shirt like I aint got nothing on

But I'd rather fight the wind and rain than what I was fighting at home

 

Is anybody going to San Antone or Phoenix, Arizona

Any place is all right as long as I can forget I've ever known her

 

Yonder goes a truck with the U.S. mail for people writin' letters back home

Well, tomorrow she'll want me back again and I'll be just as gone

 

Is anybody going to San Antone or Phoenix, Arizona

Any place is all right as long as I can forget I've ever known her

Any place is all right as long as I can forget I've ever known her

 

(Is Anybody Going To) San Antone. 10 October 1972

 

 

Tennessee Blues (Bobby Charles)

First performed 10 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio

 

10 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio. Released on Doug Sahm And Band

 

Sideman. Dylan plays harmonica

 

Tennessee Blues. 10 October 1972

 

 

On The Banks Of The Old Ponchartrain (Hank Williams, Ramona Vincent)

First performed 10 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio

 

10 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio. Released on Doug Sahm And Band

 

Sideman. Dylan plays guitar

 

Tennessee Blues. 10 October 1972

 

 

Hey Good Lookin’ (Hank Williams)

First performed 10 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio

 

10 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio. Released on Doug Sahm And Band

 

Sideman. Dylan plays guitar

 

Hey Good Lookin. 10 October 1972

 

 

Faded Love (John Wills, Bob Wills)

First performed 11 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio

 

11 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio. Released on Doug Sahm And Band

 

Sideman. Dylan plays organ

 

Faded Love. 11 October 1972

 

 

I'll Be There (Dave Burgess)

First performed 11 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio

 

11 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio. Released on Doug Sahm And Band

 

Sideman. Dylan plays guitar

 

I’ll Be There. 11 October 1972

 

 

Please Mr. Sand Man (Huey P. Meaux)

First performed 12 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio

 

12 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio. Released on Doug Sahm: The Genuine Texas Groover

 

Sideman. Dylan plays guitar

 

Please Mr. Sand Man. 12 October 1972

 

 

Columbus Stockade Blues (Woody Guthrie)

First performed 12 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio

 

12 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio. Released on Doug Sahm: The Genuine Texas Groover

 

Sideman. Dylan plays piano and organ

 

Columbia Stockade Blues. 12 October 1972

 

 

The Blues Walked On In (Joey Longoria)

First performed 12 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio

 

12 October 1972, New Cork City, New York, Atlantic Recording Studio. Released on Doug Sahm: The Genuine Texas Groover

 

Sideman. Dylan plays piano and organ

 

The Blues Walked On. 12 October 1972

 

 

I'm So Restless (Roger McGuinn, Jacques Levy)

First performed October – November 1972, Los Angeles, California, Wally Heider Studio

 

October – November 1972, Los Angeles, California, Wally Heider Studio, Roger McGuinn recording session. Released on Roger McGuinn

 

Sideman. Bob Dylan plays harmonica

 

I’m So Restless. 197210-11