Volume 4. The Times They Are A-Changiní

 

 

Ballad Of Hollis Brown (Bob Dylan)

First performed 22 September 1962, New York City, New York

 

7 August 1963, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 2nd The Times session. Released on The Times They Are A-Changin'

 

Hollis Brown, he lived on the outside of town

Hollis Brown, he lived on the outside of town

With his wife and five children and his cabin broken down

 

You looked for work and money and you walked a ragged mile

You looked for work and money and you walked a ragged mile

Your children are so hungry that they donít know how to smile

 

Your babyís eyes look crazy, theyíre a-tugginí at your sleeve

Your babyís eyes look crazy, theyíre a-tugginí at your sleeve

You walk the floor and wonder why with every breath you breathe

 

The rats have got your flour, bad blood it got your mare

The rats have got your flour, bad blood it got your mare

If thereís anyone that knows, is there anyone that cares?

 

You prayed to the Lord above, oh please send you a friend

You prayed to the Lord above, oh please send you a friend

Your empty pockets tell you that you ainít a-got no friend

 

Your babies are crying louder now, itís a pounding on your brain

Your babies are crying louder now, itís a pounding on your brain

Your wifeís screams are stabbiní you like the dirty driviní rain

 

Your grass it is turning black, thereís no water in your well

Your grass is turning black, thereís no water in your well

You spent your last lone dollar on seven shotgun shells

 

Way out in the wilderness a cold coyote calls

Way out in the wilderness a cold coyote calls

Your eyes fix on the shotgun thatís hanginí on the wall

 

Your brain is a-bleediní and your legs canít seem to stand

Your brain is a-bleediní and your legs canít seem to stand

Your eyes fix on the shotgun that youíre holdiní in your hand

 

There's seven breezes blowiní all around the cabin door

Thereís seven breezes blowiní all around the cabin door

Seven shots sound out like the oceanís pounding roar

 

Thereís seven people dead on a South Dakota farm

Thereís seven people dead on a South Dakota farm

Somewhere in the distance thereís seven new people born

 

VARIATIONS Ballad Of Hollis Brown. Compared with the take released on The Times They Are A-Changin'. Recorded 7 August 1963, the 2nd The Times session

 

Hollis Brown, he lived on the outside of town

Hollis Brown, he lived on the outside of town

With his wife and five children and his cabin broken down

     With his wife and five children and his cabin falling down†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 14 Nov 1962, TFBDS #2

     With his wife and five children and his cabin breaking down††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 14 Jan 1974, Boston afternoon

 

You looked for work and money and you walked a ragged mile

You looked for work and money and you walked a ragged mile

Your children are so hungry that they donít know how to smile

     Your children are so hungry, man, they donít know how to smile††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 14 Jan 1974, Boston afternoon

 

Your babyís eyes look crazy, theyíre a-tugginí at your sleeve

Your babyís eyes look crazy, theyíre a-tugginí at your sleeve

You walk the floor and wonder why with every breath you breathe

 

     There's bedbugs on your baby's bed† there's chinches on your wife †††††††††††††††††††† 15 Oct 1962, Gaslight Cafť and

     There's bedbugs on your baby's bed, there's chinches on your wife †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 14 Nov 1962, TFBDS #2

     Gangrene snuck in your side, it's cutting you like a knife††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† verse left out since

 

The rats have got your flour, bad blood it got your mare

     The rats have got your flour, bad blood it killed your mare††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

The rats have got your flour, bad blood it got your mare

     The rats have got your flour, bad blood it killed your mare††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

If thereís anyone that knows, is there anyone that cares?

 

You prayed to the Lord above, oh please send you a friend

You prayed to the Lord above, oh please send you a friend

Your empty pockets tell you that you ainít a-got no friend

     You ain't got no money, you ainít a-got no friend††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 15 Oct 1962, NYC, Gaslight Cafť

     You ain't got no money, for you ain't got no friend†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 22 Sep 1962, Carnegie Hall

     Your ain't got no money, man, you ainít a-got no friend††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Dec 1962, Witmark

     Your ain't got that much money, boy, you ainít a-got no friend††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1963, The Bear

     Your empty pockets are tellin' you that you ainít a-got no friend†††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 14 Jan 1974, Boston, afternoon

 

Your babies are crying louder now, itís a pounding on your brain

Your babies are crying louder now, itís a pounding on your brain

Your wifeís screams are stabbiní you like the dirty driviní rain

     Your wifeís screams are stabbiní like the dirty driviní rain†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 14 Nov 1962, TFBDS #2

 

Your grass it is turning black, thereís no water in your well

     Your grass it is turning brown. thereís no water in your well†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 15 Oct 1962, NYC, Gaslight Cafť

Your grass is turning black, thereís no water in your well

     Your grass is turning brown, thereís no water in your well††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 15 Oct 1962, NYC, Gaslight Cafť

You spent your last lone dollar on seven shotgun shells

 

Way out in the wilderness, a cold coyote calls

     Way out in the distance, a cold coyote calls††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 22 Sep 1962, Carnegie Hall

     Out on the mountain top, a cold coyote calls††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Dec 1962, Witmark

Way out in the wilderness, a cold coyote calls

     Way out in the distance, a cold coyote calls††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 22 Sep 1962, Carnegie Hall

     Out on the mountain top, a cold coyote calls††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Dec 1962, Witmark

Your eyes fix on the shotgun thatís hanginí on the wall

 

Your brain is a-bleediní and your legs canít seem to stand

Your brain is a-bleediní and your legs canít seem to stand

Your eyes fix on the shotgun that youíre holdiní in your hand

 

There's seven breezes blowiní all around the cabin door

     There's seven breezes blowiní all around your cabin door†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 10 Jan 1974, Toronto

     Seven breezes blowiní all around your cabin door†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 14 Jan 1974, Boston afternoon

Thereís seven breezes blowiní all around the cabin door

     There's seven breezes blowiní all around your cabin door†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 10 Jan 1974, Toronto

     I said, seven breezes blowiní all around your cabin door††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 14 Jan 1974, Boston afternoon

Seven shots sound out like the oceanís pounding roar

     Seven shots ring out like the oceanís pounding roar††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, Carnegie Hall

     Seven shots sing out like the oceanís pounding roar†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 14 Nov 1962, TFBDS #2

 

Thereís seven people dead on a South Dakota farm

Thereís seven people dead on a South Dakota farm

Somewhere in the distance thereís seven new people born

 

Ballad Of Hollis Brown. 620922, 621015, 621114, 6212??, 630303, 630412b, 630425, 10930510, 630807, 631026, 640517, 641010, 650601, 740109, 740110, 740114aft, 740131eve, 740214eve, 740209eve, 740213, 740214aft, 740214eve, 760415

 

 

Don't Think Twice, It's All Right (Bob Dylan)

First performed October 1962, New York City, New York

 

15 October 1962, New York City, New York, Gaslight Cafť, The Second Gaslight Tape. Released on Live at The Gaslight 1962

 

Well, it ainít no use to sit and wonder why, babe, mmm

Aní it ainít no use to sit and wonder why, babe if you donít know by now

When the rooster crows at the break of dawn, look out your window and Iíll be traveling on

Youíre the reason I'll be gone, donít think twice, 'cause itís all right

 

Well, it ainít no use in calliní out my name, gal, ah, ja, like before

And it ainít no use in calliní out my name, gal, I canít hear you anymore

I wish there was somethin' you would do or say, tryin' make me change my mind and stay

But you never did too much talking anyway but donít think twice, 'cause itís all right

 

Well, it ainít no use in turniní on your lights, babe, lights I never knowed

Aní it ainít no use in burning your lamb, babe, Iím on the dark side of the road

Well, it's lonesome traveling down a lonesome road, I once loved a woman, a child I'm told

I'd give her my heart but she wanted my soul, don't think twice, 'cause it's all right

 

So I'm a-ramblin' all by myself, babe, this time, maybe more

And I came to you, nobody else, babe, where you came for?

I ainít sayiní you treated me unkind, you could have done better but I donít mind

Ah, you just wasted my precious time, donít think twice, 'cause itís all right

 

14 November 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio , 6th Freewheelin' Session. Released on The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan

 

Well, it ainít no use to sit and wonder why, babe, if n't you donít know

Aní it ainít no use to sit and wonder why, babe, it'll never do somehow

When your rooster crows at the break of dawn, look out your window and Iíll be gone

Youíre the reason Iím travíliní on, donít think twice, itís all right

 

And it ainít no use in a-turniní on your light, babe, the light I never knowed

Aní it ainít no use in turniní on your light, babe, Iím on the dark side of the road

But I wish there was somethiní you would do or say, to try and make me change my mind and stay

We never did too much talkiní anyway, but donít think twice, itís all right

 

So it ainít no use in calliní out my name, gal, like you never done before

And it ainít no use in calliní out my name, gal, I canít hear you anymore

Iím a-thinkiní and a-wondíriní walkin' down the road, I once loved a woman, a child Iím told

I give her my heart but she wanted my soul, but donít think twice, itís all right

 

Solong, honey, babe, where Iím bound, I canít tell

Goodbyeís too good a word, babe, so I just say fare thee well

I ainít sayiní you treated me unkind, you could have done better but I donít mind

You just kinda wasted my precious time, but donít think twice, itís all right

 

17 February 1969, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 4th Nashville Skyline session. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 15

 

A duet with Johnny Cash

 

Dylan†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Cash

 

Well, it ainít no use to sit and wonder why babe†††††††††††††††††††††† Donít call my name out your window when Iím leaving

It donít matter anyhow††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† I wanít even turn my head

Aní it ainít no use to sit and wonder why, babe††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Donít send your kinfolks to give me no talking

It donít matter anyhow †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Iíll be gone, like I said

When your rooster crows at the break of dawn†††††††††††††††† You say the same old thing that you been saying all along

Look out your window and Iíll be gone†††††††††††††††††††††† Lay there in your bed and keep your mouth shot while Iím gone

Youíre the reason Iím a- travelingí on†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Donít give me that old familiar crying, cursing moan

Donít think twice, itís all right†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Donít think twice, itís all right

 

Iíll sing Understand Your Man, you sing Donít Think Twice

(Do you know it? Do you know it?)

 

Donít call your name out my window, Iím leaving††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† mmm, wonder why babe

Iíll be gone like I said†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† If you donít know by now

Donít send your kinfolks to give me no talking††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† wonder why babe

Iíll be gone, like I said†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† It donít matter anyhow

You can sent my suit to the salvation army†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† When the rooster crows at the break of dawn

Iíll be gone like a wild goose in the winter†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Look out you window and Iíll be gone

Youíre the reason [???]††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Youíre the reason why Iím traveling on

Understand your man†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Donít think twice, itís all right

 

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Well, it ainít no use in a-turningí on your light, babe

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† The light I never knowed

†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† And it ainít no use in a-turniní on your

 

(Hey, you know the phrasing comes out just right because we both stole it from the same song)

Well, I tell you, ah, huh

What can I tell you

 

VARIATIONS Don't Think Twice, It's All Right. Compared with the take released on The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan. the 6th Freewheelin' Session. Order of verses sometimes altered and lines swapped

 

Well, it ainít no use to sit and wonder why, babe

If n't you donít know

     It donít make no difference now††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962, NYC, Bailey tape

     Babe, mmm†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 15 Oct 1962, NYC, 2nd Gaslight

     It don't matter anyhow†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† March 1963, Witmark demo

     [Make me smile] if you don't know by now†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 23 June 1978, Rotterdam

Aní it ainít no use to sit and wonder why, babe, it'll never do somehow

     Aní it ainít no use to sit and wonder why, babe if n't you don't know by now †††††††††††††† Oct 1962, NYC, Bailey tape

     And it ainít no use to sit and wonder why, babe, it don't matter anyhow††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 10 Jan 1974, Toronto

When your rooster crows at the break of dawn, look out your window and Iíll be gone

     When the rooster crows at the break of dawn, look out your window and Iíll be traveling on†††† 1962 2ndGaslight

Youíre the reason Iím traveliní on, donít think twice, itís all right

     Youíre the reason Iím a-traveliní on, donít think twice, itís all right ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962, NYC, Bailey tape

     Youíre the reason I'll be gone, donít think twice, 'cause itís all right†††††††††††††††††††††† 15 Oct 1962, NYC, 2nd Gaslight

 

And it ainít no use in a-turniní on your light, babe, the light I never knowed

     Well, it ainít no use in turniní on your lights, babe, lights I never knowed††††††††††††††††††††††† 15 Oct 1962, 2nd Gaslight

Aní it ainít no use in turniní on your light, babe, Iím on the dark side of the road

     Aní it ainít no use in burning your lamb, babe, Iím on the dark side of the road†††††††††††† 15 Oct 1962, 2nd Gaslight

     Aní it ainít no use in turniní on your light, babe, Iím on the dark side of the road††††††††††† Mar 1963, Witmark demo

But I wish there was somethiní you would do or say, to try and make me change my mind and stay

     I wish there was somethiní you would do or say to try and make me change my mind and stay †††††††††††† Oct 1962

     Still I wishÖ.††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Mar 1963, Witmark demo

We never did too much talkiní anyway, but donít think twice, itís all right

     We never did too much talkiní anyway, donít think twice, itís all right †††††††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962, NYC, Bailey tape

     But you never did too much talking anyway but donít think twice, 'cause itís all right††† 15 Oct 1962, 2nd Gaslight

     We never did too much talkiní anyway so donít think twice, itís all right†††††††††††††††††††††††††† Mar 1963, Witmark demo

 

So it ainít no use in calliní out my name, gal, like you never done before

     And it ainít no use in calliní out my name, babe, like you never did before ††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962, NYC, Bailey tape

     Well, it ainít no use in calliní out my name, gal, ah, ja, like before††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 15 Oct 1962, 2nd Gaslight

And it ainít no use in calliní out my name, gal, I canít hear you anymore

     And it ainít no use in calliní out my name, babe, I canít hear you anymore †††††††††††††††† Oct 1962, NYC, Bailey tape

     Well, it ainít no use in calliní out my name, gal, I can't use it anymore††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 15 July 1978, Camberley

Iím a-thinkiní and a-wondíriní walkin' down the road

     Iím a-thinkiní and a-wondíriní all down the road††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962, NYC, Bailey

     Well, it's lonesome traveling down a lonesome road†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 15 2nd Gaslight

     Iím a-thinkiní and a-wondíriní all the way down ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† March 1963, Witmark demo

     Iím a-thinkiní and a-wondíriní walkin' all the way down the road†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 14 May 1964, Manchester

I once loved a woman, a child Iím told

I give her my heart but she wanted my soul

     I give to her my heart and she asked for soul†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 14 May 1964, Manchester

     I give her my heart and she almost ate my soul††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Nov 1964, San Josť

     I give her my heart and she almost take my soul††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 27 March 1965, Santa Monica

     I give her my heart and she almost gets my soul†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 30 Apr 1965, Sheffield

But donít think twice, itís all right

 

So long, honey, babe, where Iím bound, I canít tell

     I'm walking down that long lonesome road, babe, where Iím bound, I canít tell ††††††††† Oct 1962, NYC, Bailey tape

     So I'm a-ramblin' all by myself, babe, this time, maybe more†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 15 Oct 1962, NYC, 2nd Gaslight

     So I'm walking down that long and lonesome road babe, where I'm bound I certainly can't tell††††††††† 15 July 1978

Goodbyeís too good a word, babe, so I just say fare thee well

     Goodbyeís too good a word, gal, so I just say fare thee well †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962, NYC, Bailey tape

     And I came to you, nobody else, babe, where you came for? †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 15 Oct 1962, NYC, 2nd Gaslight

     But goodbyeís too good a word, gal, so I just say fare thee well††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† March 1963, Witmark demo

I ainít sayiní you treated me unkind, you could have done better but I donít mind

     I ainít sayiní you treated.me unkind, you better done better but I donít mind†††††††††† 27 March 1965, Santa Monica

You just kinda wasted my precious time

But donít think twice, itís all right

     Donít think twice, 'cause itís all right†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 15 Oct 1962, NYC, 2nd Gasligh

 

Don't Think Twice, That's All Right. 6210?a, 621015, 621114, 6303?b, 630412b, 119631026, 640514, 640517, 641010, 641031, 641125, 641127, 650327, 650430, 650501, 650502, 650505, 650506, 650507, 650509, 650510, 699217, 740110, 740114aft, 740131eve, 740209eve, 740214eve, 7801??, 780228, 780302, 780620, 780623, 780701, 780706, 780715, 810709

 

 

Make Me A Pallet On Your Floor (Traditional)

First performed October 1962, New York City, New York

 

October 1962, New York City, New York, WBAI Studios. Billy Faier Show (196210?b. On bootleg Man On The Street Vol. 1, disc 6

 

I've been more than satisfied if I could hop that train to ride

Yes and I reach Atlanta, nowhere to go, honey, make me one pallet on your floor

 

Make me a pallet on your floor. Make it right down by the door

Make it long, make it low so my good gal will never know, honey, make me a pallet on your floor

 

Tell all my friends, So long. Tell all my friends, so long

Tell em all so long, I see you next time around, honey, make me a pallet on your floor

 

Make me a pall.. pallet on your floor, make it right down by the door

And if your man comes in the back door, I leave by the front door, honey, Make me a pallet on your floor

 

Send everybody my regards. I get there if I have to ride the rods

And if I reach Atlanta, nowhere to go. Honey, Make me down a pallet on your floor

 

Make me a pallet on your floor. Make it right down by the door

Make it long, make it low so my good gal will never know, honey, make me a pallet on your floor

 

Make Me A Pallet On Your Floor. 196210??

 

 

Barbara Allen (Traditional)

First performed 15 October 1962, New York City, New York

 

15 October 1962, New York City, New York, Gaslight Cafť, The Second Gaslight Tape. Released on Live At The Gaslight 1962

 

In Charlotte town, not far from here there was a fair maid dwellin'

And her name was known both far and near and her name was Barbary Allen

 

'T was in the merry month of May, green buds they were swellin'

Poor William on his death-bed lay for the love of Barbary Allen

 

He sent his man down to town to the place that she was dwellin'

Sayin', Master bids your company if your name is Barbary Allen

 

Oh slowly, slowly she got up to the place where he was lyin'

And when she pulled the curtain back, said, young man, I believe you're dying!

 

Oh yes, oh yes, I'm very sick and I shall never get better

Unless I have the love of one, the love of Barbary Allen

 

Don't you remember not long ago the day down in the tavern?

You toasted all the ladies there but you slighted Barbary Allen

 

Oh yes, oh yes, I remember well, that day down in the tavern

I toasted all the ladies there but I gave my heart to Barbary Allen

 

She looked to the East, she looked to the West, she saw his pale corpse a-comin'

Cryin', Put him down and leave him there so I might gaze upon him

 

The more she gazed, the more she mourned until she burst out cryin'

Sayin', I beg you come and take him away for my heart now too is dyin'!

 

Oh, father, father, come dig my grave, dig it wide and narrow

Poor William died for me today, I'll die for him tomorrow

 

They buried him in the old churchyard, they buried her beside him

And from his heart grew a red, red rose and from her heart a briar

 

They grew, they grew so awful high, till they could grow no higher

And it was there they tied a lover's knot, the red rose and the briar

 

In Charlotte town, not far from here there was a maid a-dwellin'

Had a name was known both far and near, and her name was Barbary Allen

 

4 July 1981, National Exhibition Center, Birmingham, England. On E-bootleg In The Summertime

 

In Scarlet town where I was born there was a fair maid dwellin'

And her name was known both far and near, her name was Barbary Allen

 

'T was in the merry month of May, the green buds they were swellin'

Sweet William on his death bed lay for the love of Barbara Allen

 

He sent his man down to town to the place that she was dwellin'

Sayin', master bids your company if your name be Barbary Allen

 

Slowly, slowly she got up to where she went to the dying'

And when she pulled the curtain back, said, young man, I believe you're dying!

 

Oh yes, oh yes, I'm very sick, I shall never get better

Unless I have the love of one, the love of Barbary Allen

 

Don't you remember that night [so long], that night down in the tavern

You toasted all the ladies there but you slighted Barbary Allen

 

Oh yes, oh yes, I remember it well, that day down in the tavern

I gave a toast to the ladies there but I gave my heart to Barbary Allen

 

She went walking on the open field, she heard the death bells belling

And every toll seems to say, hard hearted Barbary Allen

 

[Murder, murder, make my man], make it long and narrow

Sweet William died for me today, I'll die for him tomorrow

 

They buried her in the old churchyard, they buried her beside him

From her heart grew a red, red rose and from his heart a briar

 

They grew, they grew so awful high, till they could grow no higher

And there they tied a lover's knot, the red rose and the briar

 

In Scarlet town, where I was born, there was a fair maid dwellin'

And her name was known both far and near and her name was Barbary Allen

 

VARIAIONS Barbara Allan. Compared with the take released on The Gaslight 1962, recorded 15 October 1962, New York City, New York, Gaslight Cafť, The Second Gaslight Tape

 

In Charlotte town, not far from here there was a fair maid dwellin'

     In Scarlet town where I was born there was a fair maid dwellin'†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 July 1981, Birmingham

And her name was known both far and near and her name was Barbary Allen

 

'T was in the merry month of May, green buds they were swellin'

Poor William on his death-bed lay for the love of Barbary Allen

     Sweet William on his death bed lay for the love of Barbara Allen††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 July 1981, Birmingham

 

He sent his man down to town to the place that she was dwellin'

Sayin', Master bids your company if your name is Barbary Allen

     Sayin', master bids your company if your name be Barbary Allen†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 July 1981, Birmingham

 

Oh slowly, slowly she got up to the place where he was lyin'

     Slowly, slowly she got up to where she went to the dying'†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 July 1981, Birmingham

And when she pulled the curtain back, said, young man, I believe you're dying!

 

Oh yes, oh yes, I'm very sick and I shall never get better

Unless I have the love of one, the love of Barbary Allen

 

Don't you remember not long ago the day down in the tavern?

     Don't you remember that night [so long], that night down in the tavern†††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 July 1981, Birmingham

You toasted all the ladies there but you slighted Barbary Allen

 

Oh yes, oh yes, I remember well, that day down in the tavern

I toasted all the ladies there but I gave my heart to Barbary Allen

     I gave a toast to the ladies there but I gave my heart to Barbary Allen†††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 July 1981, Birmingham

 

     She went walking on the open field, she heard the death bells belling ††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 July 1981, Birmingham

     And every toll seems to say, hard hearted Barbary Allen††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 July 1981, Birmingham

 

She looked to the East, she looked to the West, she saw his pale corpse a-comin'

Cryin', Put him down and leave him there so I might gaze upon him

 

The more she gazed, the more she mourned until she burst out cryin'

Sayin', I beg you come and take him away for my heart now too is dyin'!

 

Oh, father, father, come dig my grave, dig it wide and narrow

     [Murder, murder, make my man], make it long and narrow†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 July 1981, Birmingham

Poor William died for me today, I'll die for him tomorrow

     Sweet William died for me today, I'll die for him tomorrow†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 July 1981, Birmingham

 

They buried him in the old churchyard, they buried her beside him

And from his heart grew a red, red rose and from her heart a briar

     From her heart grew a red, red rose and from his heart a briar††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 July 1981, Birmingham

 

They grew, they grew so awful high, till they could grow no higher

And it was there they tied a lover's knot, the red rose and the briar

     And there they tied a lover's knot, the red rose and the briar††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 July 1981, Birmingham

 

In Charlotte town, not far from here there was a maid a-dwellin'

     In Scarlet town, where I ws born, there was a fair maid dwellin'†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 July 1981, Birmingham

Had a name was known both far and near, and her name was Barbary Allen

     And her name was known both far and near and her name was Barbary Allen††††††††††††† 4 July 1981, Birmingham

 

Barbara Allen. 19621015, 19810704

 

 

No More Auction Block (Traditional, arr. Bob Dylan)

First performed 15 October 1962, New York City, New York

 

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

 

No more auction block for me, no more, no more

No more auction block for me, many thousands gone

 

No more driver's lash for me, no more, no more

No more driver's lash for me, many thousands gone

 

No more whip lash for me, no more, no more

No more pint of salt for me, many thousands gone

 

No more auction block for me, no more, no more

No more auction block for me, many thousands gone

 

No More Auction Block 19621015

 

 

Moonshiner (Traditional, arr. Bob Dylan)

First performed 15 October 1962, New York City, New York

 

15 October 1962, New York City, New York, Gaslight Cafť, The Second Gaslight Tape. Released on Live At The Gaslight 1962

 

I've been a moonshiner for seventeen long years

I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer

I go to some hollow and sit at my still

And if whiskey donít kill me then I donít know what will

 

I go to some bar room and drink with my friends

Where the women cant follow and see what I spend

God bless those pretty women, I wish they was mine

Their breath is as sweet as the dew on the vine

 

Let me eat when I am hungry, moonshine when I am dry

Green grass when I am hard up, religion when I die

The whole world is a bottle and life's but a dram

When the bottle gets empty, God it ain't worth a damn

 

I've been a moonshiner for seventeen long years

I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer

I go to some hollow and sit at my still

And if whiskey dont kill me then I dont know what will

 

12 August 1963, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 3rd The Times session. Released on The Bootlg Series vol. 1

 

I've been a moonshiner for seventeen long years

I've spent all my money an whiskey and beer

I go to some hollow and sit at my still

And if whiskey donít kill me then I dont know what will

 

I go to some bar room and drink with my friends

Where the women cant follow and see what I spend

God bless them pretty women, I wish they was mine

Their breath is as sweet as the dew on the vine

 

Let me eat when I am hungry, let me drink when I am dry

mm dollars when I'm hard up, religion when I die

The whole world 's a bottle and life's but a dram

When the bottle gets empty it sure ain't worth a damn

 

Moonshiner 19621015, 19630812

 

 

John Brown (Bob Dylan)

First performed 15 October 1962, New York City, New York

 

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

 

When John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore

His mother sure was proud of him!

As he stood so straight and tall in his uniform and all

His mother's face broke out all to a grin

 

Oh son, you look so fine, Iím glad youíre a son of mine

You make me proud to know you hold a gun

Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get

And weíll put them on the wall when you come home

 

When that old train pulled out, Johnís ma began to shout

Telliní evíryone in the whole neighborhood:

Thatís my son thatís about to go, heís a soldier now, you know

She made well sure her neighbors understood

 

Lord, Lord, understood

 

She got a letter once in a while and her face broke into a smile

As she showed them to the people from next door

And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun

And these things you called a good old-fashioned war

 

Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they never come

They ceased to come for about nine months or more

Then a letter finally came saying, Go down and meet the train

Your sonís a-coming home from the war

 

Lord, Lord, from the war

 

well, she smiled and went right down, she looked up and all around

But she did not see her soldier son in sight

But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last

When she did she could hardly believe her eyes

 

His face was all shot up and his hands were both blown off

And he wore a metal brace around his waist

He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know

While she couldnít even recognize his face!

 

Oh, my darling son, tell me what to you've they done

How is it that you come to be this way?

His mouth could hardly move as he tried his best to talk

And she did not even recognize his voice

 

Oh, donít you remember, Ma, when I went off to war

You thought it was the best thing I could do?

I was on the battleground, you were home a-feelin' proud

Thank God you wasnít there standing in my shoes

 

Oh, and I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here?

Iím a-tryiní to kill my enemy or die tryiní

But as the enemy came close, the thing that hurt me most

As I saw that his face looked just like mine

 

Oh! Lord! Just like mine!

 

And I couldnít help but think, through the thunder sound and stink

That I was just a puppet in a play

And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke

And a cannonball blew my eyes away

 

As he turned away to walk, his Ma was still in shock

At seeiní the metal brace that helped him stand

But as he turned to go, he called his mother close

And he dropped his medals down into her hand

 

Oh, Lord, to her hand

 

VARIATIONS John Brown. Compared with the take recorded in the Gaslight Cafť, 15 October 1962

 

When John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore

His mother sure was proud of him!

     His mama sure was proud of him!††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Aug 1963, Witmark Studio

As he stood so straight and tall in his uniform and all

His mother's face broke out all to a grin

 

Oh son, you look so fine, Iím glad youíre a son of mine

You make me proud to know you hold a gun

Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get

And weíll put them on the wall when you come home

 

When that old train pulled out, Johnís ma began to shout

Telliní evíryone in the whole neighborhood:

Thatís my son thatís about to go, heís a soldier now, you know

She made well sure her neighbors understood

 

Lord, Lord, understood

 

She got a letter once in a while and her face broke into a smile

As she showed them to the people from next door

And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun

And these things you called a good old-fashioned war

 

Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they never come

They ceased to come for about nine months or more

     They ceased to come for about ten months or more†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Aug 1963, Witmark Studio

Then a letter finally came saying, Go down and meet the train

Your sonís a-coming home from the war

 

Lord, Lord, from the war

 

well, she smiled and went right down, she looked up and all around

But she did not see her soldier son in sight

But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last

When she did she could hardly believe her eyes

 

His face was all shot up and his hands were both blown off

And he wore a metal brace around his waist

He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know

While she couldnít even recognize his face!

 

Oh, my darling son, tell me what to you've they done

     Oh, tell me my darling son, pray tell me what they've done†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Feb 1963, Folkways Studio

     Tell me my darling son, pray tell me what they've done†††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Apr 1963, Studs Terkel Wax Museum

How is it that you come to be this way?

His mouth could hardly move as he tried his best to talk

     He tried his best to talk as his mouth could hardly move ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Feb 1963, Folkways Studio

     He whispered kind of slow as his mouth could hardly move

     As he tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move †††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963, Town Hall, New York City

And she did not even recognize his voice

     And his mother had to turn her head away ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Feb 1963, Folkways Studio

     And his mother had to turn her face away††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963, Town Hall, New York City

 

Oh, donít you remember, Ma, when I went off to war

You thought it was the best thing I could do?

I was on the battleground, you were home a-feelin' proud

Thank God you wasnít there standing in my shoes

 

Oh, and I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here?

     Oh, and I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here?††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 15 Oct 1962, Gaslight Cafť

     Lord, I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here?†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Feb 1963, Folkways Studio

Iím a-tryiní to kill my enemy or die tryiní

But as the enemy came close, the thing that hurt me most

As I saw that his face looked just like mine

 

Oh! Lord! Just like mine!

 

And I couldnít help but think, through the thunder sound and stink

That I was just a puppet in a play

And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke

And a cannonball blew my eyes away

 

As he turned away to walk, his Ma was still in shock

At seeiní the metal brace that helped him stand

But as he turned to go, he called his mother close

And he dropped his medals down into her hand

 

Oh, Lord, to her hand

 

John Brown 19621015, 196302?a, 19630412b, 19630426, 196308??

 

 

Cuckoo Is A Pretty Bird (Traditional)

First performed 15 October 1962, New York City, New York

 

15 October 1962, New York City, New York, Gaslight Cafť, The Second Gaslight Tape. Released on Live At The Gaslight 1962

 

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

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

 

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

And I bet you ten dollars that I'll beat you next game

 

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

So I can see Mary as she goes riding by

 

I wish I was a poet and could write a fine hand

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

 

Cuckoo Is A Pretty Bird. 19621015

 

 

Kindhearted Woman Blues (Robert Johnson)

First performed 15 October 1962, New York City, New York

 

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

 

I got a kind-hearted woman, studies evil all the time

I got a kind-hearted woman, studies evil all the time

oh, she wants to kill me just to have it on her mind

 

She got a .32 special, built on a cross of wood

She got a .32 special, built on a cross of wood

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

 

Sometime I'm thinking, you're too good to die

Sometime I'm thinking, you're too good to die

Other times I'm a-thinking you ought to be buried alive

 

Kindhearted Woman Blues. 19621015

 

 

West Texas (Traditional)

First performed 15 October 1962, New York City, New York

 

15 October 1962, New York City, New York, Gaslight Cafť, The Second Gaslight Tape. Released on Live At The Gaslight 1962

 

I'm goin' down to West Texas behind the Louisiana line

I'm goin' down to West Texas behind the Louisiana line

Get me a fortune telling woman, one that's gonna read my mind

 

If you ever go to Dallas, take the right hand road

If you ever go to Dallas, take the right hand road

Those western Dallas streets, boys, they' bound to kill you for sure

 

I'm going down to Jack Rabbit's past the west Texas line

I'm going down to Jack Rabbit's behind the Texas line

Hey, there's a stars up above, Lord it's my a-leavin' m' sign

 

Well, you never miss your water 'till the well runs dry

And you never miss your water 'till the well runs dry

And you never miss your man 'till he says, Good-bye

 

You can write and tell my mama, I won't be coming home tonight

You can write and tell my mother, I won't be home tonight

I'm going down the road boys, I've got to do it right

 

I'm going down to West Texas behind the Louisiana line

I'm going down to West Texas behind the Louisiana line

That fortune telling woman won't let you really read my mind?

 

West Texas. 19621015

 

 

Mixed-Up Confusion (Bob Dylan)

First performed 26 October 1962, New York City, New York

 

14 November 1962, New York City, Columbia Recording Studio, Studio A, 6th Freewheelin' Session #15 Released on Masterpieces

 

I got mixed up confusion / Man, and itís a-killiní me

there is too many people / And theyíre all too hard to please

 

Well, my hatís in my hand / Babe, Iím walkiní down the line

Aní Iím lookiní for a woman / With a head mixed up like mine

 

Well, I'm too old to lose / Baby, I'm too young to win

And I feel like a stanger / In the world I'm living in

 

Lord, I'm walking and a-wandering / My poor feet don't ever stop

Seeiní my reflection / Iím hung over, hung down, hung up!

 

VARIATIONS Mixed Up Confusion. Compared with the take released on Masterpieces. Recorded 14 November 1962, the 6th Freewheelin' Session #15

 

I got mixed up confusion, man, and itís a-killiní me

There is too many people and theyíre all too hard to please

     There Ďs just too many people and theyíre all too hard to please†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Nov 1962, TFBDS #7

 

Well, my hat ís in my hand, babe, Iím walkiní down the line

Aní Iím lookiní for a woman with a head mixed up like mine

     Aní Iím lookiní for a woman whose mindís mixed up like mine††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1962, TFBDS #5

     Aní Iím lookiní for a woman whose head Ďs mixed up like mine

     Iím lookiní for a woman whose head Ďs mixed up like mine†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Nov 1962, TFBDS #9

 

     Well, my headís full of questions, and my temperatureís a-running fast†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Nov 1962, TFBDS #7

     Well, my headís full of questions, my temperatureís risiní fast†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 14 Nov 1962, TFBDS #10

     Well, questions are coming, my temperature be running fast††††††††††† On bootleg The Freewheelin Session Tapes

     And I got to find some answers, but I donít know who to ask†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Nov 1962, TFBDS #7

     But Iím lookiní for some answers, but I donít know who to ask††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 14 Nov 1962, TFBDS #10

     Now I got to find some answers, but I donít know who to ask ††††††††† On bootleg The Freewheelin Session Tapes

 

Well, I'm too old to lose, baby, I'm too young to win

     Lord, I'm too old to lose, God, I'm just too young to win†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1962, TFBDS #5

     And I'm too old to lose, baby, I'm just too young to win†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Nov 1962, TFBDS #6

     Now, I'm too old to lose, baby, I'm too young to win††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Nov 1962, TFBDS #10

And I feel like a stranger in the world I'm living in

     Lord, I'm too old to lose, God, I'm just too young to win†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1962, TFBDS #5

     Won't somebody tell me which way the world begins†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1962, TFBDS #5

 

Lord, I'm walking and a-wandering, my poor feet don't ever stop

     Lord, I'm walking and a-wandering, and my footstep will never stop†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1962, TFBDS #3

     Lord Iím walkiní and wanderiní and my footsteps never stop††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1962, TFBDS #5

     But Iím walkiní and a-wanderiní and my poor feet donít ever stop†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 14 Nov 1962, TFBDS #10

     I'm walking and a-wandering, my footsteps don't ever stop††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Nov 1962, TFBDS #6

     And I'm walking and a-wandering, my footsteps never stop†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Nov 1962, TFBDS #7

     And I'm walking and a-wandering, my poor feet donít ever stop††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Nov 1962, TFBDS #9

Seeiní my reflection, Iím hung over, hung down, hung up!

     Iím seeiní my reflection, Iím hung over, hung down, hung up!††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Nov 1962, TFBDS #7

 

     Well, my headís full of questions, my tempíratureís risiní fast†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1962, TFBDS #5

     Well, Iím lookiní for some answers, but I donít know who to ask††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1962, TFBDS #5

 

Mixed-Up Confusion 19621026#3#5, 19621101#1#2#4#5#6, 19621114#10#13

 

 

That's All Right Mama (Arthur Crudup)

First performed 26 October 1962, New York City, New York

 

26 October 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 4th Freewheeliní Bob Dylan session #1. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1962

 

Well, that's all right now, mama, thatís all right for you

That's all right now mama, just anyway you do

That's all right, mama, thatís all right, now

That's all right, baby, that's all right now, mama

Any way you do

 

Well, my mama she done told me, papa done told me too

Son, that gal you're foolin' with, she ain't no good for you

But that's all right, babe, that's all right

That's all right mama, that's all right

That's all right now, mama, any way you do

 

Well, Iím leaviní town my baby, leaviní town for sure

Then you won't be bothered with me hangin' down your door

But thatís all right, now, that's all right, mama

That's all right, babe, that's all right now, mama, any way you do

 

Yes, my mama she done told me, papa done told me too

Son, that gal you're foolin' with, she ain't no good for you, but

That's all right, that's all right

That's all right, baby, that's all right now, mama, any way you do

 

Thatís all right, mama, that's all right, mama

That's all right, mama, that's all right

That's all right now, mama, any way you do

 

23 October 1963, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 4th The Times They Are A-Changiní session #1. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1963

 

That's all right, mama. thatís all right for you

That's all right, mama, thatís all right for you

That's all right, mama, any way you do

 

That's all right, mama, treat me like you do

That's all right, mama, treat me anyway you do

Some day you gonna want me, then I won't want you

 

Goodbye baby, back for I make my stand

Then I come back, baby, to make my stand

When I see and you see me with my forty four in my hand

 

That's all right, mama, thatís all right for you

That's all right, mama, thatís all right for you

That's all right, mama, any way you do

 

18 February 1969, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio, 5th Nashville Skyline session, #1. Released The Bootleg Series Volume 15

 

Duet Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash

 

(Well, that's all right, mama, thatís all right for you)

(both) That's all right now mama, just anyway you do

(both) That's all right, thatís all right, that's all right, mama, any way you do

 

(Well, Iím leaviní town tomorrow, I'm leaviní) (both) town for sure)

(both) And then you won't be bothered with me hangin' around your door

(both) But thatís all right, that's all right, that's all right, mama, any way you do

 

(Sing one Bob)

 

(Now, mama, she done told me...)

 

                              papa done told me too

Son, that gal you're foolin' with, she ain't no good for you

But that's all right, (that's all right), that's all right,† that's all right, mama, (any way you do)

 

(Carl Perkins, guitar)

 

(Well, that's all right now, mama, thatís all right for you)

(both) That's all right now mama, just anyway you do

(both) That's all right, thatís all right, that's all right, mama, any way you do

 

How far you wanna go? How far you wanna go

(How far you do wanna go. Let's do it some more)

 

(A da da di di di di di, di di di di)

(both) Didi di di di, di di di

(both)That's all right, thatís all right, that's all right, mama, anyway you do

 

Thatís All Right, Mama. 19690218#1

 

VARIATIONS That's All Right Mama. Compared with the take Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1962. Recorded 26 October 1962, The 4th Freewheeliní Bob Dylan session #1

 

Well, that's all right now, mama, thatís all right for you

That's all right now mama, just anyway you do

That's all right, mama, thatís all right, now

That's all right, baby, that's all right now, mama

Any way you do

 

Well, my mama she done told me, papa done told me too

Son, that gal you're foolin' with, she ain't no good for you

But that's all right, babe, that's all right

     But that's all right, mama, thatís all right, mama††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1962, TFBDS #5

That's all right mama, that's all right

     That's all right, babe, that's all right††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1962, TFBDS #5

That's all right now, mama, any way you do

 

Well, Iím leaviní town my baby, leaviní town for sure

Then you won't be bothered with me hangin' down your door

But thatís all right, now, that's all right, mama

     Thatís all right, now, that's all right, mama††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1962, TFBDS #5

That's all right, babe, that's all right now, mama, any way you do

     That's all right, baby, that's all right††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1962, TFBDS #5

     That's all right now mama, any way you do††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1962, TFBDS #5

 

Yes, my mama she done told me, papa done told me too

Son, that gal you're foolin' with, she ain't no good for you, but

That's all right, that's all right

That's all right, baby, that's all right now, mama, any way you do

 

Thatís all right, mama, that's all right, mama

That's all right, mama, that's all right

That's all right now, mama, any way you do

 

That's All Right Mama. 19621026#1#3#5, 19631023#1, 19690218#1

 

 

I'd Hate To Be You On That Dreadful Day (Bob Dylan)

First performed October 1962 - January 1963, New York, City, New York

 

October 1962 - January 1963, New York, City, New York, Folkway Studio's

 

I need a coin and a nickel or a quart

And you're looking in your moneybag and find you're one cent short

Hey, hey, Iíd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day

 

Well, your clock is gonna stop at Saint Peterís gate

Ya gonna ask him what time it is, heís gonna say, Itís too late

Hey, hey, Iíd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day

 

Youíre gonna have to walk naked, canít ride in no car

Evírybody's gonna see just what you are

Hey, hey, Iíd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day

 

hm

 

February? Winter 1963, New York City, New York, Witmark Studio. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 9

 

Well, your clock is gonna stop at Saint Peterís gate

Ya gonna ask him what time it is, heís gonna say, Itís too late

Hey, hey! Iíd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day

 

You gonna start to sweat and you ain't a-gonna stop

You're gonna have a nightmare and never wake up

Hey, hey, hey! Iíd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day

 

You gonna cry for pills, you're head's gonna be in a not

But the pils are gonna cost more then what you've got

Hey, hey! Iíd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day

 

Youíre gonna have to walk naked, canít ride in no car

You're gonna let everybody see just what you are

Hey, hey! Iíd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day

 

Well, the good wine's a-flowin' for five cent's a quart

You're gonna look in your money bag and find you're one cent short

Hey, hey, hey! Iíd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day

 

You're gonna yell and scream, don't anybody care

You're gonne hear another voice say you've should have listened when you heared them word down there

Hey, hey! Iíd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day

 

That's my Calypse-type number

 

I'd Hate To Be You On That Dreadful Day 196210??to196301??, 196302?c

 

 

Oxford Town (Bob Dylan)

First performed October 1962 - January 1963, New York, City, New York

 

6 December 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A, 7th Freewheelin' Session. Released on The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan

 

Oxford Town around the bend, he come in to the door, he couldnít get in

All because of the color of his skin, what do you think about that, my friend?

 

Me and my gal, my galís son, we got met with a tear gas bomb

I donít even know why we come, goiní back where we come from

 

Oxford Town in the afternoon, evírybody singiní a sorrowful tune

Two men died íneath the Mississippi moon, somebody better investigate soon

 

March 1963, New York City, New York, Witmark Studio. Releasedon The Bootleg Series Vol. 9

 

Oxford Town, Oxford Town, evírybodyís got their heads bowed down

The sun donít shine above the ground, ainít a-goiní down to Oxford Town

 

He went down to Oxford Town, guns and clubs followed him down

All because his face was brown, better get away from Oxford Town

 

Oxford Town around the bend, he come in to the door, he couldnít get in

All because of the color of his skin. what do you think about that, my friend?

 

Me and my gal, my galís son, we got met with a tear gas bomb

I donít even know why we come, goiní back where we come from

 

Oxford Town in the afternoon, evírybody singiní a sorrowful tune

Two men died íneath the Mississippi moon, somebody better investigate soon

 

Oxford Town, Oxford Town, evírybodyís got their heads bowed down

The sun donít shine above the ground, ainít a-goiní down to Oxford Town

 

Oxford Town 196210??to196301??, 19621206, 196303?b

 

 

Paths Of Victory (Bob Dylan)

First performed October 1962 - January 1963, New York, City, New York

 

October 1962 - January 1963, New York City, New York, Folkway Studio's. On bootleg Broadside

 

Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory I shall walk

 

I walk along the highway, I walked along the track

There's a one-way-wind a-blowin', It was blowin' at my back

Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory I shall walk

 

The road it might be dusty, it might sometimes get rough

But the good road is a-waitin' and boys it ain't far off

Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory I shall walk

 

I went out to the valley, I turned my head up high

I saw the silver linin' that was hangin' in the sky

Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory I shall walk

 

The gravel road is callin' it's a hard road to ride

Some roads they'll be better when the cinders are on the side

Trails of troubles, roads of battles, Paths of victory I shall walk

 

that's all I remember

 

12 August 1963, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 3rd The Times session. Released on The Bootleg Series vol. 1

 

The trail is dark and dusty, the road is kind of rough

But the good road is a-waiting and boys it ainít far off

Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory we shall walk

 

I walked out to the valley, I turned my head up high

I've seen that silver lininí that was hanginí in the sky

Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory we shall walk

 

The eveniní dusk was rolliní, I was walking down the track

There was a one-way wind a-blowiní, It was blowiní at my back

Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory we shall walk

 

The gravel road is bumpy itís a hard old road to ride

But the clearer road 's up yonder with the cinders on the side

rails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory we shall walk

 

The morning train was rollin', the humminí of its wheels

Told me of a new day comin' across the fields

Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory we shall walk

 

December 1963, New York City, New York, Witmark Studio. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 9

 

Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory I shall walk

 

The trail is dusty, it might... The road it might be rough

But the better road's a-waiting, and boys it ainít far off

Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory we shall walk

 

I walked down by the river, I turned my head up high

I saw that silver lininí that was hanginí in the sky

Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory we shall walk

 

The eveniní dusk was rolliní, I was walking down the track

There was a one-way wind a-blowiní and it was blowiní at my back

Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory we shall walk

 

The gravel road is bumpy, itís a hard road to ride

But there's a clearer road a-waitin' with the cinders on the side

Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory we shall walk

 

That evenin' train was rollin', the humminí of its wheels

My eyes they saw a better day as I looked out across the fields

Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory we shall walk

 

The trail is dusty, the road it might be rough

But the good road is a-waitin' and boys it ain't far off

Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory I shall walk

 

Paths Of Victory 196210??to196301??, 19630812, 196312??

 

 

Walkin' Down The Line (Bob Dylan)

First performed October 1962 - January 1963, New York, City, New York

 

October 1962 - January 1963, New York City, New York, Folkway Studio's

 

Well, Iím walkiní down the line, Iím walkiní down the line

Aní Iím walkiní down the line, my feet íll be a-flyiní to tell about my troubled mind

 

I got a heavy-headed gal, I got a heavy-headed gal

I got a heavy-headed gal, she ainít a-feeliní well, when sheís better only time will tell

 

Lord, Iím walkiní down the line, Lord, Iím walkiní down the line

Aní Iím walkiní down the line, my feet íll be a-flyiní to tell about my troubled mind

 

At the break of dawn, at the break of dawn

At the break of dawn I'll be certainly gone, I might be down in Washington

 

Lord, Iím walkiní down the line, and Iím walkiní down the line

Lord, Iím walkiní down the line, my feetíll be a-flyiní they tell about my troubled mind

 

My money comes and goes, my money comes and goes

My money comes and goes, it runs and flows† in the holes in the pockets in my clothes

 

Yes, Iím walkiní down the line, yes, Iím walkiní down the line

Lord, Iím walkiní down the line, my feetíll be a-flyiní to tell about my troubled mind

 

I saw the morning light, I saw the morning light

I saw.morn.... not because, Iím an early riser, I didnít go to sleep last night

 

Lord, Iím walkiní down the line, Lord,Iím walkiní down the line

Aní Iím walkiní down the line, my feetíll be a-flyiní to tell about my troubled mind

 

March 1963, New York City, New York, Witmark Studio. Releasedon The Bootleg Series Vol. 9

 

Well, Iím walkiní down the line, Iím walkiní down the line

And I'm walkin' down the line, my feetíll be a-flyiní to tell about my troubled mind

 

I got a heavy-headed gal, I got a heavy-headed gal

I got a heavy-headed gal, she ainít a-feeliní well, when sheís better only time will tell

 

Lord, Iím walkiní down the line, a-walkiní down the line

Aní Iím walkiní down the line,my feetíll be a-flyiní to tell about my troubled mind

 

My money comes and goes, my money comes and goes

My money comes and goes and rolls and throws and rolls and flows through the holes in the pockets in my clothes

 

Lord, Iím walkiní down the line, Iím walkiní down the line

Lord, Iím walkiní down the line, my feetíll be a-flyiní, to tell about my troubled mind

 

I see the morning light, I see the morning light

Well, itís not because Iím an early riser, I didnít go to sleep last night

 

Lord, Iím walkiní down the line, Iím walkiní down the line

Lord, Iím walkiní down the line, my feetíll be a-flyiní to tell about my troubled mind

 

I got my walkiní shoes, I got my walkiní shoes

I got my walkiní shoes aní I ainít a-gonna lose,† what else can a poor boy does

 

Lord, Iím walkiní down the line, Lord, Iím walkiní down the line

Lord, Iím walkiní down the line, my feetíll be a-flyiní, to tell about my troubled mind

 

May 1964. Eric Von Schmidt's House, Sarasota, Florida, Released on 50th Anniversary Collection 1964

 

Bob Dylan and Eric von Schmidt

 

I wanna hold your hand, I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand and understand, I did not wanna be your man

 

Can I hold on you, can I hold on you

Can I hold on you, tell me what to do with the hole that I got on you

 

Iím walkiní down the line, [Iím walkiní down the line]

And I'm walkin' down the line, my feet íll be a-flyiní to tell about my troubled mind

 

I got a heavy-headed gal, I got a heavy-headed gal

I got a heavy-headed gal, she ainít a-feeliní well, when sheís better only time will tell

 

Iím walkiní down the line, I'm walkiní down the line

Iím walkiní down the line, my feet íll be a-flyiní to tell about my troubled mind

 

My money comes and goes, my money comes and goes

My money comes and goes, it rolls and flows through the holes in the pockets in my clothes

 

Iím walkiní down the line, Iím walkiní down the line

Well, Iím walkiní down the line, my feet íll be a-flyiní to tell about my troubled mind

 

I see the morning light, I see the morning light

Well, it ain't because Iím an early riser, I didnít really go to sleep last night

 

Iím walkiní down the line, Iím walkiní down the line

Well, Iím walkiní down the line, my feet íll be a-flyiní, to tell about my troubled mind

 

I talk about sunrise, talk about sunrise [???]

Itís going on about the whole night, [???]

you get up early [???]

 

And Iím walkiní down the line, and Iím walkiní down the line

Iím walkiní down the line, my feet íll be a-flyiní, to tell about my troubled mind

 

I got my walkiní shoes, I got my walkiní shoes

I got my walkiní shoes, I ainít a-gonna lose, I believe I got the walking blues

 

I'm walking down the line, I'm walking down the line

Well, I'm walking down the line, my feet íll be a-flyiní to tell about my troubled mind

 

Walkin' Down The Line 196210??to196301??, 196303?b, 196405??

 

 

I Shall Be Free (Bob Dylan)

First performed October 1962 - January 1963, New York, City, New York

 

6 December 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A, 7th Freewheelin' Session #2. Released on The Freewheelin Bob Dylan

 

Well, I took me a woman late last night, Iís three-fourths drunk, she looked uptight

Then she started peeling off all her onion gookí, took off her wig, said, How do I look?

I was high flyin', bare naked. Out the window

 

Well, sometimes I might get drunk, walk like a duck and smell like a skunk

Donít hurt me none, donít hurt my pride cause I got my little lady right by my side

She's a-tryin' to hide, pretending she don't know me

 

Iís out there paintiní on the old woodshed when a can a black paint it fell on my head

I went down to scrub and rub but I had to sit in back of the tub

Cost a quarter. Half price

 

Well, my telephone rang it would not stop, itís President Kennedy calliní me up

He said, My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow?

I said, My friend, John, Brigitte Bardot, Anita Ekberg, Sophia Loren, Country'll grow

 

Well, I got a woman five feet short, she yells and hollers and screams and snorts

She tickles my nose, patch me on the head, rolls me over and kicks me out of bed

She's a man-eater, meat grinder, bad loser

 

Oh, there ainít no use in me workiní all the time, I got a woman who works herself blind

Works up to her bridges, up to her neck, writes me letters and sends me checks

Sheís a humdinger, folk singer

 

Late one day in the middle of the week, eyes were closed I was half asleep

I chased me a woman up the hill right in the middle of an air-raid drill

I jumped a fallout shelter, I jumped a string beam

I jumped the TV dinner, I jumped the shotgun

 

Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote, heís a-runniní for office on the ballot note

Heís out there preachiní in front of the steeple, telliní me he loves all kinds-a people

Heís eatiní bagels, heís eatiní pizza

 

Oh, set me down on a television floor, Iíll flip the channel onto number four

Out of the shower comes a football man with a bottle of oil in his hand. Greasy kid stuff

What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is what do you do about Willy Mays

Martin Luther King. Olatunji. Whoo ho

 

Well, the funniest woman I ever seen was the great-granddaughter of Mr. Clean

She takes about fifteen baths a day, wants me to grow a mustache on my face

She's insane

 

Well, ask me why Iím drunk all the time, it levels my head and eases my mind

I just walk along and stroll and sing, I see better days and I do better things

I catch dinosaurs, I make love to Elizabeth Taylor, catch hell from Richard Burton!

 

VARIATIONS I Shall Be Free. Compared with the take released on The Freewheelin Bob Dylan. Recorded 6 December 1962, the 7th Freewheelin' Session #2

 

     I 's standing in the corner just a-waiting around††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #3

     the [???] were up and the temperature was down††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #3

     It cost to much to freeze outside so now I sit by my fire site†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #3

     Burning telephone books, burning newspaper clippings, Huckleberry Finn hats††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #3

 

Well, I took me a woman late last night, Iís three-fourths drunk, she looked uptight

     Well, I took me a woman late last night, Iís three-fourths tired, she looked half right†††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #3

Then she started peeling off all her onion gookí, took off her wig, said, How do I look?

     She took off her wheel, took off her bell, took off her wig, said, How do I smell?†††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962-Jan 1963

     Till she took off some of that onion gookí and she took off her wig, said, How do I look?†††††††† Apr 1963, Witmark

I was high flyin', bare naked. Out the window

     I hot-footed it, bare-naked. Out the window!††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962-Jan 1963, Folkway Studio

     I was high flyin', out the window, bare naked††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Apr 1963, Witmark Studio

 

Well, sometimes I might get drunk, walk like a duck and smell like a skunk

Donít hurt me none, donít hurt my pride cause I got my little lady right by my side

     Well, it donít hurt me none, donít hurt my pride cause I got my little lady right by my side†† 6-12-1962, TFBDS#3

She's a-tryin' to hide, pretending she don't know me

     Right there. Proud as can be††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962-Jan 1963, Folkway Studio

     Pretending she donít know me, trying to hide††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #3

 

Iís out there paintiní on the old woodshed when a can a black paint it fell on my head

I went down to scrub and rub but I had to sit in back of the tub

Cost a quarter. Half price

     Cost a quarter. And I had to get out quick . . ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962-Jan 1963, Folkway Studio

     Someone wanted to come in and take a sauna††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962-Jan 1963, Folkway Studio

     Cost a quarter†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #5

 

Well, my telephone rang, it would not stop, itís President Kennedy calliní me up

He said, My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow?

     He said, What do we need to make the country grow? ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #3

I said, My friend, John, Brigitte Bardot, Anita Ekberg, Sophia Loren

     I thought for a moment, said Brigitte Bardot, Anita Ekberg, Sophia Loren†††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #3

     I said, Man, Brigitte Bardot, Anita Ekberg, Sophia Loren††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #5

Country'll grow

     Put íem all in the same room with Ernest Borgnine!     †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962-Jan 1963, Folkway Studio

 

Well, I got a woman five feet short, she yells and hollers and screams and snorts

     Well, I got a woman sleeps on a cot, she yells and hollers and squeals a lot     †††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962-Jan 1963

She tickles my nose, patch me on the head, rolls me over and kicks me out of bed

     Licks my face and tickles my ear / Bends me over and buys me beer††† †††††† Oct 1962-Jan 1963, Folkway Studio

She's a man-eater, meat grinder, bad loser

     Sheís a honeymooner. A June crooner. A spoon feeder. †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962-Jan 1963, Folkway Studio

     And a natural leader††† ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962-Jan 1963, Folkway Studio

 

Oh, there ainít no use in me workiní all the time, I got a woman who works herself blind

     Oh, there ainít no use in me workiní so heavy, I got a woman who works on the levee††† ††††††††††† Oct 1962-J 1963

     Well, now, there ainít no use for me to working so hard††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #3

     I got a woman in a coffee house yard†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #3

Works up to her bridges, up to her neck, writes me letters and sends me checks

     Pumping that water up to her neck, every week she sends me a monthly check††† ††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962-Jan 1963

     She works the whole week up to her neck. writes me letters and sends me checks††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #3

Sheís a humdinger, folk singer

     Sheís a humdinger. Folk singer. Dead ringer For a thing-a-muh jigger††† ††††† Oct 1962-Jan 1963, Folkway Studio

     Sheís a humdinger, [pair raiser], folk singer††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #3

 

Late one day in the middle of the week, eyes were closed I was half asleep

I chased me a woman up the hill right in the middle of an air-raid drill

I jumped a fallout shelter, I jumped a string beam

     It was Little Bo Peep!.I jumped a fallout shelter†† †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962-Jan 1963, Folkway Studio

I jumped the TV dinner, I jumped the shotgun

     I jumped a bean stalk. I jumped a Ferris wheel† ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962-Jan 1963, Folkway Studio

     I jumped the TV dinner, boiled water, shotgun††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #5

 

Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote, heís a-runniní for office on the ballot note

Heís out there preachiní in front of the steeple, telliní me he loves all kinds-a people

     Heís preachiní out there in front of the steeple, telliní me he loves all kinds-a people††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #5

Heís eatiní bagels, heís eatiní pizza

     Heís eatiní bagels, Heís eatiní pizza. Heís eatiní chitlins, Heís eatiní bullshit! ††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962-Jan 1963

 

Oh, set me down on a television floor, Iíll flip the channel onto number four

Out of the shower comes a football man with a bottle of oil in his hand

     Out of the shower comes a grown-up man with a bottle of hair oil in his hand†††††††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962-Jan 1963

     Out of the shower comes a football man with a bottle of grease in his hand†††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #5

Greasy kid stuff

     Itís that greasy kid stuff††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962-Jan 1963, Folkway Studio

     Greasy kid stuff. Box top†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #5

What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is what do you do about

Willy Mays Martin Luther King. Olatunji. Whoo ho

     Willy Mays and Yul Brynner,† Charles de Gaulle and Robert Louis Stevenson?†††††† Oct 1962-Jan 1963, Folkway

 

Well, the funniest woman I ever seen was the great-granddaughter of Mr. Clean

She takes about fifteen baths a day, wants me to grow a mustache on my face

     She takes about fifteen baths a day,w ants me to grow a cigar on my face†††††††††††††† Oct 1962-Jan 1963, Folkway

She's insane

     Sheís a little bit heavy!†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1962-Jan 1963, Folkway Studio

     Sheís insane. Crazy house†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #5

 

     Well, one night when it got late, I decided t' gonna lose some weight††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #5

          Well, late last night when it got late, I decided t' gonna lose some weight††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Apr 1963, Witmark

     So I loaded up, a mile on a horse and I went to Reno and got a divorce†††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #5

     So I loaded up, on my horse, Went to Reno and got a divorce

          Lost four hundred and twenty pounds, two hours††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Apr 1963, Witmark

     I lost four hundred and twenty pounds, two hours††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #5

 

Well, ask me why Iím drunk all the time, it levels my head and eases my mind

I just walk along and stroll and sing, I see better days and I do better things

     I laugh and talk, smile and sing, I see better days and I do better things†††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #5

I catch dinosaurs, I make love to Elizabeth Taylor

     I catch dinosaurs, I make love to Elizabeth Taylor Catch hell from Richard Burton ††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #5

Catch hell from Richard Burton!

     Get tested by Elia Kazan †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #5

 

I Shall Be Free 196210??to196301??, 19621206#2#3#5, 196304??

 

 

Train-A-Travelin' (Bob Dylan)

First performed October 1962 - January 1963, New York, City, New York

 

October 1962 - January 1963, New York City, New York, Folkway Studio's. Released on Broadside Reunion

 

Thereís an iron train

There's an iron train-a-traveliní thatís been a-rolliní through the years

With a firebox of hatred and a furnace full of fears

If you ever heard its sound or seen its blood-red broken frame

Then you know my voice and you heard my name

 

Have you ever stop to wonder íbout the hatred that it holds?

Have you ever see its passengers, its crazy mixed-up souls?

Did you ever start a-thinkiní that you gotta stop that train?

Then you know my voice and you heard my name

 

Have you ever had it on your lips or said it in your head

That the person standiní next to you just might be misled?

Have you ever looked around and been confused of what you've seen

Then you know my voice and you heard my name

 

There is no complete recording of this song, so therefor here all the lyrics from the songbook

 

Thereís an iron train a-traveliní thatís been a-rolliní through the years

With a firebox of hatred and a furnace full of fears

If you ever heard its sound or seen its blood-red broken frame

Then you heard my voice a-singiní and you know my name

 

Did you ever stop to wonder íbout the hatred that it holds?

Did you ever see its passengers, its crazy mixed-up souls?

Did you ever start a-thinkiní that you gotta stop that train?

Then you heard my voice a-singiní and you know my name

 

Do you ever get tired of the preachiní sounds of fear

When theyíre hammered at your head and pounded in your ear?

Have you ever asked about it and not been answered plain?

Then you heard my voice a-singiní and you know my name

 

Iím a-wonderiní if the leaders of the nations understand

This murder-minded world that theyíre leaviní in my hands

Have you ever laid awake at night and wondered íbout the same?

Then youíve heard my voice a-singiní and you know my name

 

Have you ever had it on your lips or said it in your head

That the person standiní next to you just might be misled?

Does the raving of the maniacs make your insides go insane?

Then youíve heard my voice a-singiní and you know my name

 

Do the kill-crazy bandits and the haters get you down?

Does the preachiní and the politics spin your head around?

Does the burning of the buses give your heart a pain?

Then youíve heard my voice a-singiní and you know my name

Train-A-Travelin' 196210??to196301??

 

Cuban Missile Crisis (Bob Dylan)

First performed October 1962 - January 1963, New York, City, New York.

 

October 1962 - January 1963, New York City, New York, Folkway Studio's. Bootleg Broadside. On bootleg Broadside

 

Come gather 'round me people, and a story I will tell

About a night not long ago, you all remember well

I tell it to you straight and true, I tell it like friend

All about the fearful night, we thought the world would end

 

I was walkin' down the sidewalk not causin' any harm

The radio reported, it sounded with alarm

The Russian ships were sailin' all out across the sea

We all feared by daybreak it would be World War Number Three

 

I knew a boy named Hugh Brown

He's the laziest man in town

Got up this morning and combed his hair

He's so lazy, he just don't go anywhere

He just kinda opens his door and walks out

And looks around and walks away

Well, he sprained his arm combing his hair

I don't think that's quite really fair

He lays in bed all the time

I don't think that's very right

He's such a lazy bastard

You know it was raining the other day,

                         † I mean the other night,

And Hugh Brown said

And Hugh Brown, he's so lazy that,

He said to me Bob, it's raining on my bed

And I says Oh - and he says, Yeah, and I says, Oh

Hugh Brown never closed the window

Oh, that's the end

I was worried about an argument I had the day before

Over some small matter, I'm sure it was nothin' more

But just a day ago, how it wrinkled up my brow

The same thing today seems so unimportant now

 

No, I.

 

Cuban Missile Crisis 196210??to196301??

 

 

Farewell (Bob Dylan)

First performed October 1962 - January 1963, New York, City, New York

 

8 February 1963, New York City, New York, The Basement of Gerde's Folk City. The Banjo Party Tape. Back-up vocals Gil Turner. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1963

 

Oh, itís fare thee well my darliní true / Iím leaviní in the first hour of the morn

Iím bound off for the bay of Mexico / Or maybe the coast of Californ

So itís fare thee well my own true love / Weíll meet another day, another time

It is not the leaviní thatís a-grieviní me /But my darlin' whoís bound to stay behind

 

Iíve heard tell of a town where I might as well be bound / Itís down by the old Mexican plains

Oh, they say that the people are all friendly there / And all they ask of you is your name

So itís fare thee well my own true love / Weíll meet another day, another time

It's not the leaviní thatís a-grieviní me / But my darlin' whoís bound to stay behind

 

Oh the weather is against me and the wind blows hard / The rain sheís a-turniní into hail

Oh, I still might strike it lucky on a highway goiní west / Though Iím traveliní on a path beaten trail

So itís fare thee well my own true love / Weíll meet another day, another time

It's not the leaviní thatís a-grieviní me / But my darlin' whoís bound to stay behind

 

March 1963, New York City, New York, Witmark Studio. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 9

 

Oh I'm sail.

Oh itís fare thee well my darliní true, Iím leaviní in the first hour of the morn

Iím bound off for the bay of Mexico or maybe the coast of Californ

So itís fare thee well my own true love, weíll meet another day, another time

It ainít the leaviní thatís a-grieviní me, but my true love whoís bound to stay behind

 

Oh the weather is against me and the wind blows hard and the rain sheís a-turniní into hail

I still might strike it lucky on a highway goiní west, though Iím traveliní on a path beaten trail

So itís fare thee well my own true love, weíll meet another day, another time

It ainít the leaviní tThatís a-grieviní me but my darlin whoís bound to stay behind

 

I will write you a letter from time to time, as Iím rambliní you can travel with me too

With my head, my heart and my hands, my love, I will send what I learn back home to you

So, itís fare thee well my own true love, weíll meet another day, another time

It ainít the leaviní thatís a-grieviní me, but my true love whoís bound to stay behind

 

I will tell you of the laughter and the troubles, be them somebody elseís or my own

With my hands in my pockets and my coat collar high, I will travel unnoticed and unknown

So itís fare thee well my own true love, weíll meet another day, another time

It ainít the leaviní thatís a-grieviní me, but my true love whoís bound to stay behind

 

Iíve heard tell of a town where I might as well be bound, itís down around the old Mexican plains

They say that the people are all friendly there and all they ask of you is your name

So itís fare thee well my own true love, weíll meet another day, another time

It ainít the leaviní thatís a-grieviní me, but my true love whoís bound to stay behind

 

VARIATIONS Farewell. Compared with the take recorded on March 1963, New York City, Witmark Studio.

 

Oh I'm sail.

Oh itís fare thee well my darliní true, Iím leaviní in the first hour of the morn

Iím bound off for the bay of Mexico or maybe the coast of Californ

So itís fare thee well my own true love, weíll meet another day, another time

It ainít the leaviní thatís a-grieviní me, but my true love whoís bound to stay behind

     It is not the leaviní thatís a-grieviní me, but my darlin' whoís bound to stay behind†††† 8-2-1963, Gerde's Folk City

 

Oh the weather is against me and the wind blows hard and the rain sheís a-turniní into hail

     Oh the weather is against me and the wind blows hard, the rain sheís a-turniní into hail ††††† 8 Feb 1963, Gerde's

I still might strike it lucky on a highway goiní west, though Iím traveliní on a path beaten trail

     Oh, I still might strike it lucky ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 8 Feb 1963, Gerde's Folk City

So itís fare thee well my own true love, weíll meet another day, another time

It ainít the leaviní tThatís a-grieviní me but my darlin whoís bound to stay behind

 

I will write you a letter from time to time, as Iím rambliní you can travel with me too

With my head, my heart and my hands, my love, I will send what I learn back home to you

So, itís fare thee well my own true love, weíll meet another day, another time

It ainít the leaviní thatís a-grieviní me, but my true love whoís bound to stay behind

 

I will tell you of the laughter and the troubles, be them somebody elseís or my own

With my hands in my pockets and my coat collar high, I will travel unnoticed and unknown

So itís fare thee well my own true love, weíll meet another day, another time

It ainít the leaviní thatís a-grieviní me, but my true love whoís bound to stay behind

 

Iíve heard tell of a town where I might as well be bound, itís down around the old Mexican plains

                                                             itís down by the old Mexican plains†††††††††††††††††† 8 Feb 1963, Gerde's Folk City

They say that the people are all friendly there and all they ask of you is your name

     Oh, they say that the people are all†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 8 Feb 1963, Gerde's Folk City

So itís fare thee well my own true love, weíll meet another day, another time

It ainít the leaviní thatís a-grieviní me, but my true love whoís bound to stay behind

 

Farewell 196210??to196301??, 19630208, 196303?b, 19630806#4

 

 

Masters Of War (Bob Dylan)

First performed October 1962 - January 1963, New York, City, New York

 

24 April 1963, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A New York City, New York. The 8th Freewheeliní Bob Dylan session #3. Released on The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan

 

Come you masters of war, you that build the big guns

You that build the death planes, you that build all the bombs

You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks

I just a-want you to know I can see through your masks

 

You that never done nothiní but build to destroy

You play with my world like itís your little toy

You put a gun in my hand and you hide from my eyes

And you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly

 

Like Judas of old you lie and deceive

A world war can be won, you want me to believe

But I see through your eyes and I see through your brain

Like I see through the water that runs down my drain

 

You fasten all the triggers for the others to fire

Then you set back and watch when the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion while the young peopleís blood

Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud

 

You thrown the worst fear that can ever be hurled

Fear to bring children into the world

For threatening my baby unborn and unnamed

You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins

 

How much do I know to talk out of turn

You must say that Iím young, you might say Iím unlearned

But thereís one thing I know though Iím younger than you

That even Jesus would never forgive what you do

 

Let me ask you one question is your money that good

Will it buy you forgiveness, do you think that it could

I think you will find when your death takes its toll

All the money you made will never buy back your soul

 

And I hope that you die and your death will come soon

I'll follow your casket by the pale afternoon

And Iíll watch while youíre lowered down to your deathbed

And Iíll stand over your grave till Iím sure that youíre dead

 

VARIATIONS Masters Of War. Compared with the take released on The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan. 24 April 1963, the 8th Freewheeliní Bob Dylan session #3

 

Come you masters of war, you that build the big guns

You that build the death planes, you that build all the bombs

     You that build the death planes, you that build the big bombs†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 23 June 1978, Rotterdam

You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks

     You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind masks†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 July 1978, Paris

I just a-want you to know I can see through your masks

     I just want you to know I can read through your masks†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, New York City

     I just want you to know I can read† see through your mask††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Nov 1981, Houston

 

You that never done nothiní but build to destroy

You play with my world like itís your little toy

     You play with my world like itís your own little toy†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, New York City

You put a gun in my hand and you hide from my eyes

And you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly

 

Like Judas of old you lie and deceive

A world war can be won, you want me to believe

But I see through your eyes and I see through your brain

Like I see through the water that runs down my drain

 

You fasten all the triggers for the others to fire

Then you set back and watch when the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion while the young peopleís blood

Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud

 

You thrown the worst fear that can ever be hurled

Fear to bring children into the world

For threatening my baby unborn and unnamed

     For threatening my child, unborn and unnamed†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 20 June 1978, London

You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins

 

Let me ask you one question is your money that good

Will it buy you forgiveness, do you think that it could

I think you will find when your death takes its toll

     I think you'll gonna find when your death takes its toll†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Jan 1963, New York City, Alan Lomax

All the money you made will never buy back your soul

 

And I hope that you die and your death will come soon

I'll follow your casket by the pale afternoon

And Iíll watch while youíre lowered down to your deathbed

     And I'll watch while you're lowered, fell to your deathbed†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 10 Nov 1978, Seattle

And Iíll stand over your grave till Iím sure that youíre dead

 

Masters Of war 6301??, 630124, 630208, 6210??-6301??, 6302?b, 6303?b, 630412b, 630424#3, 630510, 631026, 780620, 780623, 780701, 780704, 780706, 780715, 780919, 781020, 781110, 781115, 781210, 810629, 811104, 811110, 811112

 

 

Playboys And Playgirls (Bob Dylan)

First performed October 1962 - January 1963, New York, City, New York

 

October 1962 - January 1963, New York City, New York, Folkway Studio's. On bootleg broadside

 

Oh, the playboys and playgirls, ainít a-gonna run my world, ainít a-gonna run my world, ainít a-gonna run my world

Playboys and playgirls, ainít a-gonna run my world, not now or no other time

 

You fallout shelter sellers, canít get in my door, canít get in my door, canít get in my door

You fallout shelter sellers, canít get in my door, not now or no other time

 

You're cold prison walls can't change my mind, can't change my mind, can't change my mind

You're cold prison walls can't change my mind, not now or no other time

 

The laughter in the lynch mob ainít a-gonna do no more, ainít a-gonna do no more, ainít a-gonna do no more

The laughter in the lynch mob ainít a-gonna do no more, not now or no other time

 

All the free takin' moneymakers can't get me down, can't get me down, can't get me down

You're free takin' moneymakers can't get me down, not now or no other time

 

Oh, you red baiters and race haters can't guide my road, can't guide my road, canít guide my road

You red baiters and race haters can't guide my road, not now or no other time

 

Your Jim Crow ground canít turn me around, canít turn me around, canít turn me around

Oh, Your Jim Crow ground canít turn me around, not now or no other time

 

Ye playboys and playgirls ainít a-gonna run my world, ainít a-gonna run my world, ainít a-gonna run my world

All the playboys and playgirls ainít a-gonna run my world, not now or no other time

 

You fallout shelter sellers canít get in my door, canít get in my door, canít get in my door

You fallout shelter sellers canít get in my door, not now or no other time

 

Your Jim Crow ground..

 

28 July 1963, Freebody Park, Lawn of Newport Casino, Porch # 2, Newport, Rhode Island

 

Oh, ye playboys and playgirls anít a-gonna run my world, ainít a-gonna run my world, ainít a-gonna run my world

Ye playboys and playgirls ainít a-gonna run my world, not now or no other time

 

You fallout shelter sellers, canít get in my door, canít get in my door, canít get in my door

You fallout shelter sellers canít get in my door, not now or no other time

 

Your Jim Crow ground canít turn me around, canít turn me around, canít turn me around

Your Jim Crow ground canít turn me around, not now or no other time

 

The laughter in the lynch mob ainít a-gonna do no more, ainít a-gonna do no more, ainít a-gonna do no more

The laughter in the lynch mob ainít a-gonna do no more, not now or no other time

 

Your insane tongues of war talk ainít a-gonna guide my road, ainít a-gonna guide my road, ainít a-gonna guide my road

Your insane tongues of war talk ainít a-gonna guide my road, not now or no other time

 

You red baiters and race haters, ainít a-gonna hang around here, ainít a-gonna hang around here,

ainít a-gonna hang around here

You red baiters and race haters ainít a-gonna hang around here, not now or no other time

 

Ye playboys and playgirls ainít a-gonna own my world, ainít a-gonna own my world, ainít a-gonna own my world

Ye playboys and playgirls ainít a-gonna own my world, nNot now or no other time

 

And Playgirls 196210??to196301??, 19630114-15, 19630728

 

 

Long Ago, Far Away (Bob Dylan)

First performed November 1962, New York City, New York

 

November 1962, New York City, New York, Witmark Studios. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 9

 

To preach of peace and brotherhood, oh, what might be the cost!

A man he did it long ago and they hung him on a cross

Long ago, far away, those things donít happen nowadays

 

The chains of slaves they dragged the ground with heads and hearts hung low

That was during Lincolnís time and it was long ago

Long ago, far away, those things like that donít happen no more, nowadays, do they?

 

The war guns they bombed and blazed the whole world bled its blood

Menís bodies rotted on the ground and the graves were made in mud

Long ago, far away, those kind of things donít happen no more, nowadays

 

One man had much money, one man had not enough to eat

One man he lived just like a king, the other man begged on the street

Long ago, far away, things like that donít happen no more, nowadays

 

One man died of a knife so sharp, one man died from the bullet of a gun

One man died of a broken heart to see the lynchiní of his son

Long ago, far away, things like that donít happen no more, nowadays

 

Gladiators killed themselves it was during the Roman times

People cheered with bloodshot grins as eyes and minds went blind

Long ago, far away, things like that donít happen no more, nowadays

 

And to talk of peace and brotherhood, oh, what might be the cost!

A man he did it long ago and they hung him on a cross

Long ago, far away, things like that donít happen no more, nowadays, do they?

 

Long Ago, Far Away. 196211??

 

 

Kingsport Town (Traditional, arr. Bob Dylan)

First performed 14 November 1962, New York City, New York

 

14 November 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A, 6th Freewheelin' Session #2. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection

 

The winter wind is a blowing strong, my hands they got no gloves

     The winter wind is a blowing strong, my hands have got no gloves††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 14 Nov 1962, TFBDS #1

I wish to my soul that I could see the girl I'm a-thinking of

 

Don't you remember me babe, I remember you quite well

You caused me to leave old Kingsport Town with a high sheriff on my trail

     Caused me to leave old Kingsport Town with a high sheriff on my trail††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 14 Nov 1962, TFBDS #1

 

High sheriff on my trail, boys, high sheriff on my trail

All because I'm falling for a curly-headed dark-eyed girl

     All because I'm falling for a dark-eyed curly-headed girl†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 14 Nov 1962, TFBDS #1

 

Who's a-gonna stroke your coal black hair and sandy colored skin

Who's a-gonna kiss your Memphis lips when I'm out in the wind

     Who's a-gonna kiss your Memphis mouth when I'm out in the wind†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 14 Nov 1962, TFBDS #1

 

When I'm out in the wind, babe, when I'm out in the wind

Who's a-gonna kiss your Memphis mouth when I'm out in the wind

 

Who's a-gonna walk you side by side and tell you everything's alright

Who's a-gonna sing to you all day long and not just in the night

 

Who's a-gonna walk you side by side, who's a-gonna be your man

Who's a-gonna look you straight in the eye and hold your bad luck hand

 

Hold your bad luck hand, babe, hold your bad luck hand

Who's a-gonna hold your hard luck hand and who's a-gonna be your man

 

The winter wind is a blowing strong, my hands have got no gloves

I wish to my soul I could see the girl I'm a-thinking of

 

Kingsport Town 19621114#1#2

 

 

Whatcha Gonna Do (When Death Comes Creepin') (Bob Dylan)

First performed November 1962, New York City, New York

 

14 November 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A, 6th Freewheelin' Session #1. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection

 

Tell me what youíre gonna do when death comes creepin' in your room

Tell me what youíre gonna do when death comes creepin' in your room

Tell me what youíre gonna do when death comes creepin' in your room

O Lord, O Lord what shall I do?

 

Sinner run and hide, when death comes creepin' in your room

Sinner run and hide, when death comes creepin' in your room

Sinner run and hide, when death comes creepin' in your room

Oh what, Oh wat shallI do

 

Tell me what youíre gonna do when death comes creepin' in your room

T Tell me what youíre gonna do when death comes creepin' in your room

Tell me what youíre gonna do when death comes creepin' in your room

O what, O Lord what shall I do?

 

Tell me what youíre gonna do when death comes knockin' on your door

Tell me what youíre gonna do when death comes knockin' on your door

Tell me what youíre gonna do when death comes knockin' on your door

O what, oh what, o what, what shall I do

 

6 December 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A, 7th Freewheelin' Session #1. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection

 

Tell me what youíre gonna do when death comes creepin'in your door

Tell me what youíre gonna do when death comes creepin'in your door

Tell me what youíre gonna do when death comes creepin'in your door

O Lord, O Lord, what shall you do?

 

Tell me what youíre gonna do when de devil calls your cards

Tell me what youíre gonna do when de devil calls your cards

Tell me what youíre gonna do when de devil calls your cards

O Lord, O Lord what shall you do?

 

Tell me what youíre gonna do when the shadow comes into your room

Tell me what youíre gonna do when the shadow comes into your room

Tell me what youíre gonna do when the shadow comes creepin' in your room

O Lord, O Lord, what shall you do?

 

Tell me what you're gonna do when your waters turns to wine

Tell me what you're gonna do when your waters turns to wine

Tell me what you're gonna do when your waters turns to wine

O Lord, O Lord, what shall you do?

 

August 1963, New York City, New York, Witmark Studio. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 9

 

Tell me what youíre gonna do when the shadow comes under your door

Tell me what youíre gonna do when the shadow comes under your door

Tell me what youíre gonna do when the shadow comes under your door

O Lord, O Lord, what shall you do?

 

Tell me what youíre gonna do when de devil calls your cards

Tell me what youíre gonna do when de devil calls your cards

Tell me what youíre gonna do when de devil calls your cards

O Lord, O Lord, what shall you do?

 

Tell me what you're gonna do when your waters turns to wine

Tell me what you're gonna do when your waters turns to wine

Tell me what you're gonna do when your waters turns to wine

O Lord, O Lord, what shall you do?

 

Tell me what youíre gonna do when you can't play God no more

Tell me what youíre gonna do when you can't play God no more

Tell me what youíre gonna do when you can't play God no more

O Lord, O Lord, what shall you do?

 

Tell me what youíre gonna do when the shadow comes creeping in your room

Tell me what youíre gonna do when the shadow comes creeping in your room

Tell me what youíre gonna do when the shadow comes creeping in your room

O Lord, O Lord, what shall you do?

 

Whatcha Gonna Do 19621114, 19621206, 196308??

 

 

Walls Of Red Wing (Bob Dylan)

First performed Late 1962,

 

24 April 1963, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A New York City, New York. The 8th Freewheeliní Bob Dylan session #3. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 1

 

Oh, the age of the inmates I remember quite freely

No younger than twelve, no older than seventeen

Thrown in like bandits and cast off like criminals

All inside the walls on the grounds of Red Wing

 

From the dirty old mess hall you march to the brick wall

Too weary to talk and too tired to sing

And itís all afternoon you remember your hometown

All inside the walls, the walls of Red Wing

 

Oh, the gates are cast iron and the walls are barbed wire

Stay far from the fence with the ílectricity sting

And itís keep down your head and stay in your number

All inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing

 

Oh, itís fare thee well to the deep hollow dungeon

Farewell to the boardwalk that takes you to the screen

Farewell to the minutes they threaten you with it

All inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing

 

Itís many a guard that stands around smiliní

Holdiní his club like he was a king

Hopiní to get you behind a wood piliní

All inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing

 

The night aimed shadows through the crossbar windows

And the wind punched hard to make the wall-siding sing

Itís many a night I pretended to be a-sleepiní

All inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing

 

As the rain rattled heavy on the bunkhouse shingles

And the sounds of the night they made my ears ring

Till the keys of the guards clicked the tune of the mornin'

All inside the walls of the walls of Red Wing

 

Oh, some of us will wind up in St. Cloud Prison

And some of usíll wind up to be lawyers and things

And some of us will stand up to meet you on your crossroads

From inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing

 

VARIATIONS Walls Of Redwing. Compared with the take recorded 24 April 1963, the 8th Freewheeliní Bob Dylan session #3. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 1

 

Oh, the age of the inmates I remember quite freely

No younger than twelve, no older than seventeen

Thrown in like bandits and cast off like criminals

All inside the walls on the grounds of Red Wing

     Inside the grounds, of the walls of Red Wing††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1964, Town Hall

     All inside the walls, the walls of Red Wing††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, Carnegie Hall

 

From the dirty old mess hall, you march to the brick wall

Too weary to talk and too tired to sing

And itís all afternoon you remember your hometown

     Ooh, itís all afternoon you remember your hometown†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963, Town Hall

All inside the walls, the walls of Red Wing

     Inside the grounds, from the walls of Red Wing†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963, Town Hall

     From inside the walls, the walls of Red Wing†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, Carnegie Hall

 

Oh, the gates are cast iron and the walls are barbed wire

     Oh, the gates are cast iron and the walls of barbed wire††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963, Town Hall

Stay far from the fence with the electricity sting

And itís keep down your head and stay in your number

All inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing

     On the inside grounds of the walls of Red Wing††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963, Town Hall

     All inside the walls, the walls of Red Wing††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, Carnegie Hall

 

Oh, itís fare thee well to the deep hollow dungeon

Farewell to the boardwalk that takes you to the screen

Farewell to the minutes they threaten you with it

     And farewell to the minutes they threaten you with it††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963, Town Hall

All inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing

     Inside the grounds, of the walls of Red Wing††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963, Town Hall

     All inside the walls, the walls of Red Wing†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

 

Itís many a guard that stands around smiliní

Holdiní his club like he was a king

     Carryin' his club like he was a king†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963, Town Hall

Hopiní to get you behind the wood piliní

     Praying to get you behind the wood pilin톆†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

All inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing

     Inside the grounds, of the walls of Red Wing††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963, Town Hall

     All inside the walls, the walls of Red Wing††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, Carnegie Hall

 

The night aimed shadows through the crossbar windows

     As the night aimed shadows through the crossbar windows†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, Carnegie Hall

And the wind punched hard to make the wall-siding sing

     And the sounds in the night they made my ears ring†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

Itís many a night I pretended to be a-sleepiní

     Till the keys of the guards clicked the tune of the mornin'†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964

All inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing

     On the inside grounds of the walls of Red Wing††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963, Town Hall

     All inside the walls, the walls of Red Wing††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, Carnegie Hall

 

As the rain rattled heavy on the bunkhouse shingles

And the sounds of the night they made my ears ring

     And the sounds in the night they made my ears ring††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963, Town Hall

Till the keys of the guards clicked the tune of the mornin'

All inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing

     On the inside grounds of the walls of Red Wing††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963, Town Hall

     All inside the walls, the walls of Red Wing††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, Carnegie Hall

 

Oh, some of us will wind up in St. Cloud Prison

     Oh, some of us you Ďll meet up in old St. Cloud Prison††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

And some of us íll end up to be lawyers and things

     And some of us will wind up to be lawyers and things††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, Carnegie Hall

And some of us will stand to meet you on your crossroads

     And some of us will wind up and you meet on your crossroads††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963, Town Hall

     And some of us will end up and you meet on your crossroads†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, Carnegie Hall

     And others will wind up to meet you on your crossroads†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

From inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing

     From inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963, Town Hall

     From inside the walls, the walls of Red Wing†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, Carnegie Hall

 

Walls Of Red Wing 1962Late, 19630412b, 19630424#3, 19631026, 19640517

 

 

Hero Blues (Bob Dylan)

First performed 6 December 1962, New York City, New York

 

6 December 1962, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studia A, 7th Freewheelin' Session #2. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection

 

Well, the gal I got, I swear sheís the screaming end

Well, the gal I got, man I swear sheís the screaming end

Wants me to be a hero so she can tell all her friends

 

Well, she begged and she pleaded, she cried to me all last night

Well, she begged and she pleaded and she cried to me all last night

She wants me to go out and find somebody to fight

 

She reads too many books, she got nails inside her head

She reads too many books, she got nails in her head

She ain't gonna be satisfied till I wind up dead

 

You need a different kinda man, babe, one that can grab and hold your heart

You need a different kind of man, one that can hold and grab your heart

You need a different kind of man, you need Napoleon Bonaparte

 

Well, when Iím gone, no more good times will I crave

Well, when Iím gone, no more good times will I crave

You can stand and shout hero all over my lonesome grave

 

VARIATIONS Hero Blues. Compared with the take released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1962. Recorded 6 December 1962, the 7th Freewheelin' Session #2

 

Well, the gal I got, I swear sheís the screaming end

Well, the gal I got, man I swear sheís the screaming end

Wants me to be a hero so she can tell all her friends

     Wants me to be a hero so she can tell all her friends††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #4

     She wants me to be a hero so she can tell all her friends††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Aug 1963, TTTAACS

 

Well, she begged and she pleaded, she cried to me all last night

     Well, she begged, she prayed, she pleaded with me all last night†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Aug 1963, TTTAACS

Well, she begged and she pleaded and she cried to me all last night

     Well, she begged, she prayed, she pleaded with me all last night†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Aug 1963, TTTAACS

     Lord, she begged and she pleaded and she cried to me all last night††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #4

She wants me to go out and find somebody to fight

     She wants me to walk out runnin' come and crawlin' up dead††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Aug 1963, TTTAACS

     Verse not sung†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 3 Jan 1974, Chicago, Illinois

 

     When [???] halfway, [???] as fast as I can go††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 3 Jan 1974, Chicago, Illinois

     When [???] halfway, [???] as fast as I can go††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 3 Jan 1974, Chicago, Illinois

††† [?????}†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 3 Jan 1974, Chicago, Illinois

 

     [???]†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 3 Jan 1974, Chicago, Illinois

     [???]†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 3 Jan 1974, Chicago, Illinois

     [???] highway, [???] †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 3 Jan 1974, Chicago, Illinois

 

 

     She walks on finally, [???]†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Jan 1974, Chicago, Illinois

     She walks into finally, but she does [???]†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Jan 1974, Chicago, Illinois

     With one foot on the highway and one foot in the grave†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Jan 1974, Chicago, Illinois

 

She reads too many books, she got nails inside her head

     She reads too many books, she got movie shows inside her head††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Aug 1963, TTTAACS

She reads too many books, she got nails in her head

     She reads too many books, she got movie shows inside her head††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Aug 1963, TTTAACS

She ain't gonna be satisfied till I wind up dead

     [Verse left out] ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #4

 

You need a different kinda man, babe, one that can grab and hold your heart

     You need a different kinda man, babe, one that can hold your heart††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Aug 1963, TTTAACS

You need a different kind of man, one that can hold and grab your heart

     You need a different kinda man, babe, one that can hold your heart††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Aug 1963, TTTAACS

You need a different kind of man, you need Napoleon Bonaparte

 

Well, when Iím gone, no more good times will I crave

     Well, when Iím dead, no more good times will I crave††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Aug 1963, TTTAACS

Well, when Iím gone, no more good times will I crave

     Well, when Iím dead, no more good times will I crave††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Aug 1963, TTTAACS

     And when Iím dead, no more good times will I crave†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Dec 1962, TFBDS #4

You can stand and shout hero all over my lonesome grave

 

Hero Blues 19620812, 19621206#1#2#4, 19630412b, 196305??,19630812, 19740103, 19740104

 

 

Ballad Of The Gliding Swan (Writer unknown)

First performed 30 December 1962, London, England

 

30 December 1962, London, England, BBC TV Studios Madhouse On Castle Street sessions. On bootleg† The Fourth Time Around Cd2, the verses 1,2,4,5,6 (from the Ray Jenkins tape, good quality) and on bootleg I Was So Much Younger Then Vol. 1, Cd1, verse 1,2,3,4 (from the Pete Read tape, poor quality)

 

Tenderly William kissed his wife

Then he opened her head with a butcher knife

And the swan on the river went gliding by

The swan on the river went gliding by

 

Lady Margaretís pillow was wet with tears

Nobody's been on it in twenty years

And the swan on the river goes gliding by

The swan on the river goes gliding by

 

Little Billy brown will shake with fright

He's got a new daddy and mommy every night

And the swan on the river goes laughing by

The swan on the river goes laughing by

 

I've got a sad surprise the doctor said

A twenty-pound baby without any head

And the swan on the river went lookin by

And the swan on the river went gliding by

 

Well, the preacher was a young, selling his hope

The price was too high so I said, nope

And the swan on the river went laughing by

And the swan on the river went gliding by

 

When will the swan began to sing

We're so weary of everything

And the swan on the river goes gliding by

And the swan on the river goes gliding by

 

Ballad Of The Gliding Swan. 19621230

 

 

Hang Me, Oh Hang Me (Writer unknown)

First performed 30 December 1962, London, England, Madhouse On Castle Street

 

Instrumental.

 

 

Glory, Glory (Traditional)

First performed 14 & 15 January 1963, London, England

 

14 and 15 January 1963, Dobellís Jazz Shop, London, Dick Farina and Eric Van Schmidt sessions. Released on Dick Farina And Eric Von Schmidt

 

Sideman. Dylan as Blind Boy Grunt plays harmonica and background vocals

Vocals Dick Farina And Eric Von Schmidt

 

Glory, glory, hallelujah, when I lay my body down

Glory, glory, hallelujah, when I lay my body down

 

Have a home in yonder city and it's not made, not made by hand

I have a home in yonder city, Lord† and it's not, not made by hand

 

Glory, glory, hallelujah, when I lay my body down

Glory, glory, hallelujah, when I lay my body down

 

I'm going there to meet my mother when I lay my body down

I'm going there to meet my mother when I lay my body down

 

Well, glory, glory, hallelujah, when I lay my body down

And glory, glory, hallelujah, when I lay my body down

 

Yes, glory, glory, hallelujah, when I lay my body down

And glory, glory, hallelujah, when I lay my body down

 

May 1964, Sarasota, Florida, Eric Van Schmidt's House. Released on 50th Anniversary Collection 1964

 

Bob Dylan and Eric von Schmidt

 

Glory, glory, hallelujah, when I lay my body down

Glory, glory, hallelujah, when I lay my body down

 

I'm going home now, to see my father when I lay my body down

I'm going home now, to see my father when I lay my body down

 

When I'm going glory, hallelujah, when I lay my body down

Glory, hallelujah, laying my body down

 

Well, I'm going home, gonna see my mother

When I lay my body down, oh, when I lay my body down. Going home

Seeing my mother when I lay my body down

 

When a-going glory, hallelujah, when I lay my body down

Glory, glory, hallelujah, when I lay my body down

 

Glory, Glory. 19630114-15, 196405??

 

 

You Can Always Tell (Furry Lewis)

First performed 14 & 15 January 1963, London, England

 

14 and 15 January 1963, Dobellís Jazz Shop, London, Dick Farina and Eric Van Schmidt sessions. Released on Dick Farina And Eric Von Schmidt

 

Sideman. Dylan as Blind Boy Grunt plays harmonica

Vocals Dick Farina and Eric Von Schmidt

 

You Can Always Tell. 19630114-15

 

 

Xmas Island (Dick Farina)

First performed 14 & 15 January 1963, London, England

 

14 and 15 January 1963, Dobellís Jazz Shop, London, Dick Farina and Eric Van Schmidt sessions. Released on Dick Farina And Eric Von Schmidt

 

Sideman. Dylan as Blind Boy Grunt plays harmonica

Vocals Dick Farina and Eric Von Schmidt

 

Xmas Island. 19630114-15

 

 

London Waltz Dick Farina)

First performed 14 & 15 January 1963, London, England

 

14 and 15 January 1963, Dobellís Jazz Shop, London, Dick Farina and Eric Van Schmidt sessions. Released on Dick Farina And Eric Von Schmidt

 

Sideman. Dylan as Blind Boy Grunt plays harmonica and sings in the background

Vocals Dick Farina and Eric Von Schmidt

 

Well, we're doing the London Waltz, doing the London Waltz, doing the London Waltz

Doing the London Waltz, doing the London Waltz, if we got nothing else

 

Doing the London Waltz, doing the London Waltz, doing the London Waltz

Doing the London Waltz, doing the London Waltz, can't think of nothing else

 

London Waltz. 19630114-15

 

 

Overseas Stomp (Memphis Jug Band)

First performed 14 & 15 January 1963, London, England

 

14 and 15 January 1963, Dobellís Jazz Shop, London, Dick Farina and Eric Van Schmidt sessions. Released on Dick Farina And Eric Von Schmidt

 

Sideman. Dylan as Blind Boy Grunt plays harmonica

Vocals Dick Farina and Eric Von Schmidt

 

Overseas Stomp. 19630114-15

 

 

Talkin' Devil (Bob Dylan)

First performed February 1963, New York, City, New York

 

February 1963, New York, City, New York, Folkway Studio's. On Broadside Ballads Vol. 1, bootleg Broadside

 

Well, sometimes you can't see him so good

When he hides his head neath a snow white hood

An' rides to kill with his face well hid

An' then goes home to his wife an' kids

Wonder if this kids know who he is?

 

Well, he wants you to hate, he wants to fear

He wants you to fear somethin' that's not even there

He'll give you his hate and he'll give you his lies

He'll give you the weapons tu run out an' die

And you give him your soul

 

[That's just two verses to it]

 

Talking Devil. 196302?a

 

 

Lonesome River Edge (Writer unknown)

First performed 8 February 1963, New York City, New York

 

8 February 1963, New York City, New York, The Basement of Gerde's Folk City. The Banjo Party Tape. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1963

 

I held her hand

on a cobblestone corner

I kissed her lips

by the river bridge

I said good-bye

with a night train rolling

on a lonesome day

by the lonesome river edge

 

No, that's not the one I was thinking of

 

Lonesome River Edge. 19630208

 

 

Back Door Blues (Traditional)

First performed 8 February 1963, New York City, New York

 

8 February 1963, New York City, New York, The Basement of Gerde's Folk City. The Banjo Party Tape. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1963

 

I'd rather see my coffin coming, coming through my back door

I'd rather see my coffin coming through my back door

I'd rather see my coffin coming, coming through my back door

And the girl I'm loving, she says she don't love me no more

 

When you see me leaving, baby, I should have left so far

When you see me leaving, Mama, I feel I should have left so far

Sometimes I'm a-wond'rin' who you think you are

 

Back Door Blues. 19630208

 

 

Bob Dylan's Dream (Bob Dylan)

First performed 8 February 1963, New York City, New York

 

24 April 1963, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A New York City, New York. The 8th Freewheeliní Bob Dylan session #2. Released on The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan

 

While riding on a train goiní west

I fell asleep for to take my rest

I dreamed a dream that made me sad

Concerning myself and the first few friends I had

 

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room

Where my friends and I'd spent many an afternoon

Where we together weathered many a storm

Laughiní and a-singiní till the early hours of the morn

 

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung

Our words was told, our songs was sung

Where we longed for nothiní and were satisfied

Jokin' and talkin' about the world outside

 

With hungry hearts through the heat and cold

We never much thought we could get very old

We thought we could sit forever in fun

And our chances really was a million to one

 

As easy it was to tell black from white

It was all that easy to tell wrong from right

And our choices they was few so the thought never hit

That the one road we traveled would ever shatter or split

 

How many a year has passed and gone

Many a gamble has been lost and won

And many a road taken by many a first friend

And each one Iíve never seen again

 

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain

That we could sit simply in that room again

Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat

Iíd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that

 

VARIATIONS Bob Dylan's Dream. Compared with the take released on The Freewheeliní Bob Dylan. 24 April 1963, the 8th Freewheeliní Bob Dylan session #2

 

While riding on a train goiní west

I fell asleep for to take my rest

I dreamed a dream that made me sad

Concerning myself and the first few friends I had

 

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room

Where my friends and I'd spent many an afternoon

Where we together weathered many a storm

     Where my friends and I weathered many a storm††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 8 Feb 1963,Gerdes Folk City

Laughiní and a-singiní till the early hours of the morn

 

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung

Our words was told, our songs was sung

     Our words were told, our songs were sung††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 8 Feb 1963,Gerdes Folk City

Where we longed for nothiní and were satisfied

     To be together and were satisfied†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 8 Feb 1963,Gerdes Folk City

Jokin' and talkin' about the world outside

     Making jokes about the world outside†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 8 Feb 1963,Gerdes Folk City

     Talkiní and a-jokiní about the world outside†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Apr 1963, Witmark Studio

     Laughin' and jokin' about the wicked world outside††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963 NYC, Town Hall

     Singin' and talkin' about the world outside††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 10 May 1963, Brandeis University

 

With hungry hearts through the heat and cold

     With haunted hearts through the heat and cold †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Apr 1963, Witmark Studio

We never much thought we could get very old

     We never much thought we could ever get old

We thought we could sit forever in fun

And our chances really was a million to one

 

As easy it was to tell black from white

It was all that easy to tell wrong from right

And our choices they was few so the thought never hit

That the one road we traveled would ever shatter or split

 

How many a year has passed and gone

Many a gamble has been lost and won

And many a road taken by many a first friend

And each one Iíve never seen again

     And each one I have never ever seen again††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 8 Feb 1963, Banjo Party

 

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain

That we could sit simply in that room again

Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat

Iíd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that

 

 

Verse 2

Where my friends and I weathered many a storm††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 8 Feb 1963, Banjo Party

Where we together weathered many a storm††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Apr 1963, on Freewheelin'

 

Verse 3

Making jokes about the world outside†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 8 Feb 1963, Banjo Party

Talkiní and a-jokiní about the world outside††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Apr 1963, Witmark Studio

Laughin' and jokin' about the wicked world outside†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963 NYC, Town Hall

Jokin' and talkin' about the world outside†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Apr 1963, on Freewheelin'

Singin' and talkin' about the world outside††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 10 May 1963, Brandeis University

 

Bob Dylan's Dream 19630208, 196304??, 19630412b, 19630424#2, 19630425, 19630426, 19630510

 

 

You Can't Get Her (Writer unknown)

First performed 8 February 1963, New York City, New York

 

8 February 1963, New York City, New York, The Basement of Gerde's Folk City. The Banjo Party Tape. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 196

 

You can't get her

You can't get her

Sirens always

Sirens always

Sound somewhere

 

What do you want to do? Which one

 

You Can't Get Her. 119630208

 

 

All Over You (Bob Dylan)

First performed 8 February 1963, New York City, New York

 

12 April 1963, New York City, New York, Town Hall (19630412b). Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection1963

 

Well, if I had to do it all over again, babe, Iíd do it all over you

If I had to wait for ten thousand years, babe, Iíd even do that too

Well, a dogís got his bone in the alley, a cat, sheís got nine lives

King... A millionaireís got a million dollars and King Saud he's got four hundred wives

Well, everybodyís got somethiní that theyíre lookiní forward to

Iím lookiní forward to when I can do it all again, babe, Iíll do it all over you

 

Well, if I had my way tomorrow or today, babe, Iíd run circles all around

Iíd jump up in the wind, do a somersault and spin, Iíd even dance a jig on the ground

Well, everybody gets their hour, everybody gets their time

Little David when he picked up his pebbles, even Sampson after he went blind

Well, everybody gets their chance to do what they want to do

When my time arrives you better off run for your life, oh, babe, Iíll do it all over you

 

Well, I donít need no money I just need a day thatís sunny, mama, and my days are gonna come

And I grab me a pint, you think that Iím a giant when you hear me yelliní, Fee-fi-fo-fum

You cut me like a jigsaw puzzle, you made me look like a walkiní wreck

When you pushed my heart through my backbone, then you knocked off my head from my neck

Well, if I never put back together, ah, babe, I tell you what I'm gonna do

Well, I tell you little lover that you better run for cover, oh, babe, Iíll do it all over you

 

Look out your window fair, you see me squatting there, mama, I'm just resting on my shelf

I'll be all by myself, I don't need nobody else when I come [???] to myself

Well, after my cigaretteís been smoked up, after all my liquorís been drunk

After all my dreams have been dreamed out, after all my thoughts have been thunk

Well, after I do some of these things, Iím gonna do what I have to do

And I tell you on the side, that you better run and hide ícause babe, Iíll do it all over you

 

VARIATIONS All Over You. Compared with the take recorded on 12 April 1963, New York City, New York, Town Hall

 

Well, if I had to do it all over again, babe, Iíd do it all over you

If I had to wait for ten thousand years, babe, Iíd even do that too

Well, a dogís got his bone in the alley, a cat, sheís got nine lives

King... A millionaireís got a million dollars and King Saud he's got four hundred wives

     A millionaireís got a million dollars, King Saudís got four hundred wives

Well, everybodyís got somethiní that theyíre lookiní forward to††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Winter 1963, Witmark Demo

Iím lookiní forward to when I can do it all again, babe, Iíll do it all over you

     When my time arrives you better run for your life, sweet babe, Iíll do it all over you††††††††††††††††††† 8-2-1963, Gerde's

 

Well, if I had my way tomorrow or today, babe, Iíd run circles all around

Iíd jump up in the wind, do a somersault and spin, Iíd even dance a jig on the ground

Well, everybody gets their hour, everybody gets their time

     Well, everybody has their hour, everybody has their time†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 8 Feb 1963, Gerde's Folk City

Little David when he picked up his pebbles, even Sampson after he went blind

Well, everybody gets their chance to do what they want to do

When my time arrives you better off run for your life, oh, babe, Iíll do it all over you

     When my time arrives you better run for your life ícause babe, Iíll do it all over you ††††††††††† Winter 1963, Witmark

     When my time arrives you better run for your life, sweet babe, Iíll do it all over you††††††††††††††††††† 8-2-1963, Gerde's

 

 

Well, I donít need no money I just need a day thatís sunny, mama, and my days are gonna come

     Well, I donít need no money, I just need a day thatís sunny, baby, and my days are gonna come††††††††††† Witmark

And I grab me a pint, you think that Iím a giant when you hear me yelliní, Fee-fi-fo-fum

     And I grab me a pint, you know that Iím a giant when you hear me yelliní, Fee-fi-fo-fum ††††††††††††††† 1963, Witmark

You cut me like a jigsaw puzzle, you made me look like a walkiní wreck

     Well, you cut me like a jigsaw puzzle, you made me to a walkiní wreck †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Winter 1963, Witmark

When you pushed my heart through my backbone, then you knocked off my head from my neck

     Then you pushed my heart through my backbone, then you knocked off my head from my neck 1963, Witmark

Well, if I never put back together, ah, babe, I tell you what I'm gonna do

     Well, if Iím ever standiní steady of doiní what I want to do ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Winter 1963, Witmark

Well, I tell you little lover that you better run for cover, oh, babe, Iíll do it all over you

     Well, I tell you little lover that you better run for cover ícause babe, Iíll do it all over you ††† Winter 1963, Witmark

 

Look out your window fair, you see me squatting there, mama, I'm just resting on my shelf

†† well Iím just waiting at the gate so that I wonít be late, babe when my, when my chance comes around†† Witmark

     Iím just restiní at your gate so that I wonít be late and, momma, Iím a-just sittiní on my shelf †††††††† 1963, Witmark

I'll be all by myself, I don't need nobody else when I come [???] to myself

     Look out your window fair and youíll see me squattiní there just a-fumbliní and a-mumbliní to myself††††† Witmark

     Look out your window fair, youíll see me squattiní there, just a-mumbliní and a-stumbliní all around††††††† Witmark

Well, after my cigaretteís been smoked up, after all my liquorís been drunk

After all my dreams have been dreamed out, after all my thoughts have been thunk

     After my dreams have been dreamed out, after all my thoughts have been thunk †††††††††††††† Winter 1963, Witmark

Well, after I do some of these things, Iím gonna do what I have to do

And I tell you on the side, that you better run and hide ícause babe, Iíll do it all over you

 

All Over You 196302?c, 19630208, 29630412

 

 

Keep Your Hands Off Her (Huddie Leadbetter)

First performed 8 February 1963, New York City, New York

 

8 February 1963, New York City, New York, The Basement of Gerde's Folk City. The Banjo Party Tape. Back-up vocal Gil Turner. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1963

 

Keep your hands off her, keep your hands off her, keep your hands off her, keep your hands off her

Keep your hands off her, keep your hands off her, keep your hands off her, keep your hands off her

Keep your hands off her, keep your hands off her

[???]

[???]

 

Keep Your Hands Off Her. 19630208

 

 

Honey Babe (Writer unknown)

First performed 8 February 1963, New York City, New York

 

8 February 1963, New York City, New York, The Basement of Gerde's Folk City. The Banjo Party Tape. Back-up vocal Gil Turner. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1963

 

Honey babe, I'm tired of you

You don't treat me like you used to do

You know you know I love you anyhow

Honey babe it's all over now

 

I can't get that one..

Well, all the stars and the [???] was fine

Will give me ten dollars, will give me nine

You don't do me like you used to do

Honey babe, it's all over you

 

Honey babe. 19630208

 

 

Goin' Back To Rome (Writer unknown)

First performed 8 February 1963, New York City, New York

 

8 February 1963, New York City, New York, The Basement of Gerde's Folk City. The Banjo Party Tape. Back-up vocal Gil Turner. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1963

 

Well, you know Iím lying but donít look at me with scorn

Well, you know Iím lying but donít look at me with scorn

Well, Iím going back to Rome, thatís where I was born

 

Buy me an Italian talking parrot, keep it for my friends

Buy me an Italian talking parrot, keep it for my friends

Donít go to Italy all around the bend

 

You can keep Madison Square Garden, give me the Coliseum

You can keep Madison Square Garden, give me the Coliseum

So I want to see the gladiators, man I can always see íem

 

Goin' Back To Rome. 19630208

 

 

Bound To Lose, Bound To Win (Bob Dylan)

First performed Winter 1963, New York City, New York

 

Winter 1963, New York City, New York, Witmark Studio. Released The Bootleg Series Vol. 9

 

[Here's one, I can write you out the verses to this later, I can't really remember this right now

I'll write you out the verses to it.]

 

Well, I'm bound to lose, bound to win, bound to walk to the road again

Bound to lose, bound to win, bound for a-walkin' to the road again

 

Well, I'm just one of them ramblin' men

Ramblin' since I don't know when

Here I come, and I'm-a gone again

You might think I got no end

 

Bound to lose, I'm bound to win, I'm bound for a-walkin' to the road again

Bound to lose, I'm bound to win, bound for a-walkin' to the road again

 

Bound To Lose, Bound To Win. 196302?c

 

 

Girl From The North Country (Bob Dylan)

First performed March 1963, New York City, New York

 

March 1963, New York City, New York, WNBC Radio Studios, Oscar Brand Show. Announced by Dylan as North Country Girl. Bootleg I Was So Much Younger Then Vol. 4

 

Hey, if youíre traveliní the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline

Remember me to one who lives there, she was once a true love of mine

 

Yeah, if you're travellin' where the snowflakes storm, when the rivers freeze and summer ends

Make sure she has a coat so warm, to keep her from the howliní winds

 

Please see for me if her hair's hanging long, if it rolls and flows all down her breast

Please see for me if her hair hangs long, thatís the way I remember her best

 

Iím a-wonderiní if she remembers me at al, many times Iíve often prayed

In the darkness of my night, in the brightness of my day

 

So if youíre traveliní the north country fair, where the winds hit heavy on the borderline

Remember me to one who lives there, she was once a true love of mine

 

24 April 1963, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A New York City, New York. The 8th Freewheeliní Bob Dylan session #2. Released on The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan

 

If youíre traveliní the north country fair, where the winds hit heavy on the borderline

Remember me to one who lives there, she was once a true love of mine

 

If you're go when the snowflakes storm, when the rivers freeze and summer ends

Please see she has a coat so warm to keep her from the howliní winds

 

Please see if her hair hangs long, it rolls and flows all down her breast

Please see for me if her hair's hanging long for thatís the way I remember her best

 

Iím a-wonderiní if she remembers me at all, many times Iíve often prayed

In the darkness of my night, in the brightness of my day

 

So, if youíre traveliní the north country fair where the winds hit heavy on the borderline

Remember me to one who lives there, she was once a true love of mine

 

18 February 1969, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 5th Nashville Skyline session, Rehearsal. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 15

 

Duet Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash

 

If you go when the snowflakes fall, when rivers freeze and summer ends

Make sure she's wearing a coat so warm to keep her from the howliní winds

 

(Please see for me that her hair's hanging down, it curles and falls all down her breast)

(Please see for me that her hair's hanging long, cause for thatís the way I remember her best)

 

See for me..

 

([Talking] You go there when there, when the snowflakes...)

 

When the sn... summer has end

 

([Talking] Please see that she has a coat so warm)

 

For me, has a coat so warm, to keep her from the howling wind

 

(Well, If youíre ever traveliní the north country fair, where the winds hits heavy on the borderline)

(Please say hello, to one who's there, cause she was once a true love of mine)

 

18 February 1969, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 5th Nashville Skyline session, #1. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 15

 

Duet Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash

 

If youíre travelingí in the north country fair, where the winds hit heavy on the borderline

Please, remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine

 

(Please, see for me that her hairís hanging long, it curls and falls all down her breast)

(Please, see for me that her hairís hanging long, thatís the way I remember her best)

 

If you go when the snowflakes fall, when rivers freeze and summer ends

Please see for me if sheís wearing her coat so warm, to keep her from the howling winds

 

(Both) If youíre travelingí in the north country fair, where the winds hits heavy on the borderline

Remember me to the one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine

 

18 February 1969, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio A. 5th Nashville Skyline session, #3. Release on Nashville Skyline

 

Duet with Johnny Cash

 

If youíre travelingí the north country fair, where the winds hit heavy on the borderline

Remember me to one who lives there, for she once was a true love of mine

 

(See for me that her hairís hanging down, it curls and falls all down her breast)

(See for me that her hairís hanging down, thatís the way I remember her best)

 

If you're go when the snowflakes fall, when the rivers freeze and summer ends

Please see for me if sheís wearing her coat so warm, to keep her from the howling winds

 

(Both) If youíre travelingí the north country fair, where the winds hit heavy on the borderline

Remem† (Please say hello, to the one) who lives there, for she once was a true love of mine

 

(Both) If youíre travelingí the north country fair, where the winds hit heavy on the borderline

(Both) Remember me to the one who lives there, for she once was a true love of mine

 

(True love of mine) True love of mine

(True love of mine) True love of mine

(A true love of mine) A true love of mine

(She was once a true love of mine)

 

VARIATIONS Girl From The North Country. Compared with the take released on The Freewheeliní Bob Dylan, 24 April 1963, the 8th Freewheeliní Bob Dylan session #2

 

If youíre traveliní the north country fair

     Hey, if youíre traveliní the north country fair†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† March 1963, Oscar Brand Show

     If youíre traveliní to the north country fair†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Feb 1978, Santa Monica

Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline

     Where the winds hit heavy by the borderline†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 10 Nov 1978, Seattle

     Where the rivers freeze and summer ends††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 15 Nov 1978, Los Angeles

Remember me to one who lives there, she was once a true love of mine

     Please say hello to one who lives there, she was once a true love of mine††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 9 Jan 1974, Toronto

 

If you're going when the snowflakes storm

     Yeah, if you're travellin' where the snowflakes storm†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† March 1963, Oscar Brand Show

When the rivers freeze and summer ends

Please see she has a coat so warm to keep her from the howliní winds

     Make sure she has a coat so warm to keep her from the howliní winds ††††††††††††† March 1963, Oscar Brand Show

     Please see 'f she's wearing a coat so warm to keep her from the howliní winds†††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

     Please see she wears a coat so warm to keep her from the howliní winds††††††††††††† 1 Feb 1964,Canada Quest TV

     See for me if she's wearing her coat so warm to keep her from the howling wind†††††††††††††† 20 Oct 1978, Richfield

 

Please see if her hair hangs long

     Please see for me if her hair's hanging long††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Mar 1963, Oscar Brand Show

     See for me if her hair is hangin' long††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 10 Nov 1981, New Orleans

If it rolls and flows all down her breast

Please see for me if her hair's hanging long for thatís the way I remember her best

     Please see for me if her hair hangs long, thatís the way I remember her best†††††††† Mar 1963, Oscar Brand Show

     see for me if her hair hangs long, thatís the way I remember her best†††††††††††††††††††††††††† 10 Nov 1981, New Orleans

 

Iím a-wonderiní if she remembers me at all, many times Iíve often prayed

     Iím a-wonderiní if she remembers me at all, many nights Iíve often prayed†††††††††††††††††† 1 Feb 1978, Santa Monica

In the darkness of my night, in the brightness of my day

 

So, if youíre traveliní the north country fair where the winds hit heavy on the borderline

Remember me to one who lives there, she was once a true love of mine

 

Girl From The North Country. 6303?a, 630424#2, 6305??, 640201, 640517, 641010, 690218#R#1#3, 740107, 740109, 780201, 780228, 780301, 780302, 780715, 781020, 781110, 781115, 781210, 801116, 810627, 810629, 810710, 810723, 810725, 811104, 811110, 811112

 

 

Only A Hobo (Bob Dylan)

First performed Mar 1963, New York City, New York

 

August 1963, New York City, New York, Witmark Studio. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 9

 

As I was out walking on a corner one day

I spied an old hobo, in the doorway he lay

His face was all grounded in the cold sidewalk floor

And I guess heíd been there for the whole night or more

 

Only a hobo, but one more is gone, leaviní nobody to sing his sad song

Leaviní nobody to carry him home, only a hobo, but one more is gone

 

A blanket of newspaper covered his head

As the step was his pillow, the street was his bed

One look at his face showed the hard road heíd come

And a fistful of money showed the coins that he bummed

 

He was only a hobo, but one more is gone, leaviní nobody to sing his sad song

And leaviní nobody to carry him home, he was only a hobo, but one more is gone

 

Does it take much of a man to see his whole life go down

To look up on the world from a hole in the ground

To wait for your future like a horse thatís gone lame

To lie in the gutter and to die with no name?

 

He was only a hobo, but one more is gone, leaviní nobody to sing his sad song

Leaviní nobody to carry him home, he was only a hobo, but one more is gone

 

VARIATIONS Only A Hobo. Compared with the take recorded at Witmark Studioís. August 1963

 

As I was out walking on a corner one day

I spied an old hobo, in the doorway he lay

His face was all grounded in the cold sidewalk floor

And I guess heíd been there for the whole night or more

††† And I guess heíd been dead for the whole night or more †††††††††††††††††† Mar 1963, WNBC Radio, Oscar Brand Show

 

Only a hobo, but one more is gone, leaviní nobody to sing his sad song

     He was only a hobo, but one more is gone, leaviní nobody to sing his sad song †††††††††††† Mar 1963, WNBC Radio

Leaviní nobody to carry him home, only a hobo, but one more is gone

     Leaviní nobody to carry him home, he was only a hobo, but one more is gone ††††††††††††††† Mar 1963, WNBC Radio

     Leaviní nobody to take him home†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 18 Apr 1963, McKenzie

 

     Mmm, only a hobo, but one more is gone†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Sep 1970. #2or#3or#4or#5

 

A blanket of newspaper covered his head

     A blanket of newspaper covered up his head†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Sep 1970. #2or#3or#4or#5

As the step was his pillow, the street was his bed

     The step was his pillow, the street was his bed ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Mar 1963, WNBC Radio

     As the step was his pillow, and the street was his bed†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Sep 1970. #2or#3or#4or#5

One look at his face showed the hard road heíd come

And a fistful of money showed the coins that he bummed

     And a fistful of coins showed the money he bummed †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Mar 1963, WNBC Radio

     A fistful of coins showed the money he bummed†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Feb 1963, NY, Folkways Studio

 

 

He was only a hobo, but one more is gone, leaviní nobody to sing his sad song

     Yeah, †was only a hobo, but one more is gone, leaviní nobody to sing his sad song

And leaviní nobody to carry him home, he was only a hobo, but one more is gone

     Leaviní nobody to carry him home, he was only a hobo, but one more is gone

 

     Only a hobo, but one more is gone††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Sep 1970. #2or#3or#4or#5

 

Does it take much of a man to see his whole life go down

To look up on the world from a hole in the ground

To wait for your future like a horse thatís gone lame

To lie in the gutter and to die with no name?

 

He was only a hobo, but one more is gone, leaviní nobody to sing his sad song

Leaviní nobody to carry him home, he was only a hobo, but one more is gone

 

     Only a hobo, but one more is gone††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Sep 1970. #2or#3or#4or#5

 

Only A Hobo 196210??to196301??, 196302?a, 196303?a, 19630418, 19630419, 19630812, 196308??, 19710924#2or#3or#4or#5

 

 

Boots Of Spanish Leather (Bob Dylan)

First performed April 1963, New York City, New York

 

7 August 1963, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 2nd The Times. Released on The Times They Are A-Changin'

 

Oh, Iím sailiní away my own true love

Iím a-sailiní away in the morning

Is there something I can send you from across the sea

From the place that Iíll be landing?

 

No, thereís nothiní you can send me, my own true love

Thereís nothiní I'm wishin' to be owniní

Just to carry yourself back to me unspoiled

From across that lonesome ocean

 

Ah, but I just thought you might like something fine

Made of silver or of golden

Either from the mountains of Madrid

Or from the coast of Barcelona

 

But if I had the stars of the darkest night

And the diamonds from the deepest ocean

Iíd forsake them all for your sweet kiss

For thatís all Iím wishiní to be owniní

 

That I might be gone a long long time

And itís only that Iím askiní

Is there something I can send you to remember me by

To make your time more easy passiní

 

Oh, how can, how can you ask me again

It only brings me sorrow

The same thing I want would today

I will want again tomorrow

 

Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day

It was from her ship a-sailiní

Saying I donít know when Iíll be cominí back again

It depends on how Iím a-feeliní

 

If you, my love, must think that-a-way

Iím sure your mind is roaminí

Iím sure your thoughts are not with me

But with the country to where youíre goiní

 

So take heed, take heed of the western wind

Take heed of the stormy weather

And yes, thereís something you can send back to me

Spanish boots of Spanish leather

 

VARIATIONS Boots Of Spanish Leather. Compared with the take released on The Times. Released on The Times They Are A-Changin''

 

Oh, Iím sailiní away my own true love

Iím a-sailiní away in the morning

Is there something I can send you from across the sea

     Is there something I can bring you from across the sea††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963, New York City, Town Hall

From the place that Iíll be landing?

 

No, thereís nothiní you can send me, my own true love

     No, thereís nothiní you can bring me, my own true love††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963, New York City, Town Hall

Thereís nothiní I'm wishin' to be owniní

     Thereís nothiní I wish to be ownin†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Apr 1963, Witmark Studio

Just to carry yourself back to me unspoiled

From across that lonesome ocean

 

Ah, but I just thought you might like something fine

Made of silver or of golden

Either from the mountains of Madrid

Or from the coast of Barcelona

 

But if I had the stars of the darkest night

     But if I had the stars of the darkest sky††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Jun 1965, London

ĎAnd the diamonds from the deepest ocean

Iíd forsake them all for your sweet kiss

For thatís all Iím wishiní to be owniní

 

That I might be gone a long long time

And itís only that Iím askiní

Is there something I can send you to remember me by

To make your time more easy passiní

 

Oh, how can, how can you ask me again

It only brings me sorrow

The same thing I want would today

     The same thing I want from you today ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Apr 1963, Witmark Studio

     The same thing that I want today†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Apr 1963, Studs Terkel

I will want again tomorrow

 

Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day

It was from her ship a-sailiní

Saying I donít know when Iíll be cominí back again

It depends on how Iím a-feeliní

 

If you, my love, must think that-a-way

Iím sure your mind is roaminí

Iím sure your thoughts are not with me

     Iím sure your heart is not with me†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Apr 1963, Witmark Studio

     Iím sure your heart is not by me†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Apr 1963, Studs Terkel

But with the country to where youíre goiní

 

So take heed, take heed of the western wind

Take heed of the stormy weather

And yes, thereís something you can send back to me

Spanish boots of Spanish leather

     Send me boots of Spanish leather††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Apr 1963, New York City, Town Hall

 

Boots Of Spanish Leather 196304??, 19630412b, 19630426, 19630807, 19631026, 19650601

 

 

Ramblin' Down Thru The World (Woody Guthrie)

First performed 12 April 1963, New York City, New York

 

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

 

Well, I'm just-a one of them ramblin' boys

Ramblin' round and makin' noise

Sometimes lonely, sometimes blue

Noone knows it better than you

Ramlin' round ramblin' twirl

Ramblin' down through the world

Ramlin' down ramblin' twirl

Ramblin' down through the world

 

Ramblin' Down Thru The World. 19630412b

 

 

Dusty Old Fairgrounds (Bob Dylan)

First performed 12 April 1963, New York City, New York

 

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

 

Well, itís all up from Florida at the start of the spring, the trucks and the trailers will be winding

Like a bullet weíll shoot for the carnival route, weíre following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling

 

From the Michigan mud past the Wisconsin sun ícross that Minnesota border, keep íem scrambling

Through the clear county lakes and the lumberjack lands, weíre following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling

 

Hit Fargo on the jump and down to Aberdeen ícross them old Black Hills, keep íem rolling

Through the cow country towns and the sands of old Montana, weíre following them fairgrounds a-calling

 

As the white line on the highway sails under your wheels Iíve gazed from the trailer window laughing

Oh, our clothes they was torn but the colors they was bright, following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling

 

Itís a-many a friend that follows the bend, the jugglers, the hustlers, the gamblers

Well, Iíve spent my time with the fortune-telling kind following them fairgrounds a-calling

 

Oh, itís pound down the rails and itís tie down the tents, get that canvas flag a-flying

Well, let the caterpillars spin, let the Ferris wheel wind, following them fairgrounds a-calling

 

Well, itís roll into town straight to the fairgrounds just behind the posters that are hanging

And itís fill up every space with a different kind of face, following them fairgrounds a-calling

 

Get the dancing girls in front, get the gambling show behind, hear that old music box a-banging

Hear them kids, faces, smiles, up and down the midway aisles, weíre following them fairgrounds a-calling

 

Itís a-drag it on down by the deadline in the town, hit the old highway by the morning

And itís ride yourself blind for the next town on time, following them fairgrounds a-calling

 

As the harmonicas whined in the lonesome nighttime drinking red wine as weíre rolling

Many a turniní I turn, many a lesson I learn from following them fairgrounds a-calling

 

And itís roll back down to St. Petersburg, tie down the trailers and camp íem

And the money that we made will pay for the space from following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling

 

Dusty Old Fairgrounds 19630412b

 

 

Who Killed Davey Moore? (Bob Dylan)

First performed 12 April 1963, New York City, New York

 

26 October 1963, New York City, New York, Carnegie Hall. Released on Bob Dylan Live In Concert

 

Who killed Davey Moore, why aní whatís the reason for?

 

Not I, says the referee, donít point your finger at me

I couldíve stopped it in the eighth aní maybe kept him from his tragic fate

But the crowd wouldíve booed, Iím sure at not gettiní their moneyís worth

Itís too bad he had to go but there was pressure on me too, you know

It wasnít me that made him fall, you canít blame me at all

Who killed Davey Moore, why aní whatís the reason for?

 

Not us, says the angry crowd whose screams filled the arena loud

Itís too bad he had to die that night, we just like to see a good old-fashioned fight

We didn't mean for him to meet his death, we just wanted to see some sweat, there ainít nothing wrong in that

It wasnít us that made him fall, you canít blame us at all

Who killed Davey Moore, why aní whatís the reason for?

 

Not me, says his manager puffing on a big cigar

Itís hard to say, itís hard to tell, I always thought that he was well

Itís too bad for his wife aní kids heís dead but if he was sick, he shouldíve said

It wasnít me that made him fall, you canít blame me at all

Who killed Davey Moore, why aní whatís the reason for?

 

Not me, said the gambling man with his ticket stub still in his hand

It wasnít me that knocked him down, my hands didn't touch him none

I didnít commit no ugly sin, anyway, I put money on him to win

It wasnít me that made him fall, you canít blame me at all

Who killed Davey Moore, why aní whatís the reason for?

 

Not me, said the boxing writer who pounds the print on his old typewriter

Sayiní, Boxing is here to stay, thereís is just as much danger in a football game

Sayiní, Fistfighting is here to stay, itís just the American way

It wasnít me that made him fall, you canít blame me at all

Who killed Davey Moore, why aní whatís the reason for?

 

Not me, said the man whose fists laid him low in a cloud of mist

Who came here from Cubaís door where boxing ainít allowed no more

I hit him, I hit him, yes, yes, itís true but thatís what I am paid to do

Donít say Ďmurder,í donít say Ďkillí, it was destiny, it was Godís will

Who killed Davey Moore, why aní whatís the reason for?

 

VARIATIONS Who Killed Davey Moore? Compared with the take recorded in Carnegie Hall, 26 October 1963

 

Who killed Davey Moore, why aní whatís the reason for?

 

Not I, says the referee, donít point your finger at me

I couldíve stopped it in the eighth aní maybe kept him from his tragic fate

                                   †† And kept him from his tragic fate††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 28 Jul 1963, Newport, Afternoon

But the crowd wouldíve booed, Iím sure at not gettiní their moneyís worth

Itís too bad he had to go but there was pressure on me too, you know

It wasnít me that made him fall, you canít blame me at all

Who killed Davey Moore, why aní whatís the reason for?

 

Not us, says the angry crowd whose screams filled the arena loud

     Not us, says the angry crowd whose voices filled the arena loud †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Apr 1963, WFMT Radio

     Not us, says the screemin' crowd whose voices filled the arena loud†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

Itís too bad he had to die that night, we just like to see a good old-fashioned fight

     Itís too bad he died that night, we just like to see a good fight†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Apr 1963, WFMT Radio

We didn't mean for him to meet his death, we just wanted to see some sweat, there ainít nothing wrong in that

     We did like to see some sweat. there ainít nothing wrong in that††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Apr 1963, WFMT Radio

     We just like to see a fight, we just like to see some sweat†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 28 Jul 1963, Newport, Afternoon

It wasnít us that made him fall, you canít blame us at all

Who killed Davey Moore, why aní whatís the reason for?

 

Not me, says his manager puffing on a big cigar

Itís hard to say, itís hard to tell, I always thought that he was well

Itís too bad for his wife aní kids heís dead but if he was sick, he shouldíve said

It wasnít me that made him fall, you canít blame me at all

Who killed Davey Moore, why aní whatís the reason for?

 

Not me, said the gambling man with his ticket stub still in his hand

It wasnít me that knocked him down, my hands didn't touch him none

     My hands didn't touch him none, it wasn't me that knocked him down†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

I didnít commit no ugly sin, anyway, I put money on him to win

     I didnít commit no ugly sin, anyway, I put money on him to win†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Apr 1963, WFMT Radio

It wasnít me that made him fall, you canít blame me at all

Who killed Davey Moore, why aní whatís the reason for?

 

Not me, said the boxing writer who pounds the print on his old typewriter

Sayiní, Boxing is here to stay, thereís is just as much danger in a football game

     Sayiní, Boxing ainít to blame, thereís is more danger in a football game ††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Apr 1963, WFMT Radio

Sayiní, Fistfighting is here to stay, itís just the American way

It wasnít me that made him fall, you canít blame me at all

     You canít blame me at all, it wasnít me that made him fall††††††††††††† 28 Jul 1963, Newport Folk Festival, Afternoon

Who killed Davey Moore, why aní whatís the reason for?

 

Not me, said the man whose fists laid him low in a cloud of mist

Who came here from Cubaís door where boxing ainít allowed no more

I hit him, I hit him, yes, yes, itís true but thatís what I am paid to do

Donít say Ďmurder,í donít say Ďkillí, it was destiny, it was Godís will

Who killed Davey Moore, why aní whatís the reason for?

 

Who Killed Davey Moore? 19630426, 19630728, 19631026, 19640517, 19641010, 19641026, 19641031

 

 

Bob Dylan's New Orleans Rag (Bob Dylan)

First performed 12 April 1963, New York City, New York

 

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

 

I was just about ready to give my a little knock

When out comes a fella who couldnít even walk

Heís linkiní and a-slinkiní, couldnít stand on his feet

And he moaned and he groaned and he shuffled down the street

Well, out of the door there comes another man

He couldn't even talk and he couldn't even stand

He moaned and he groaned and he shoveled his feet

And he slid slidin' backwards down in Rampard Street

 

Well, I peeked through the key hole and cominí down the hall

Was a long-legged man who couldnít hardly crawl

He had a tribble mean look in his eyes

Like he just fought a bear and he was ready to die

Well, somebody yells with his hair all a mess

Fell out of the window and he failed the test

Well, he slid and he slunk in broken French

And he looked like heíd been through a monkey wrench

 

Well, by this time I was a-scared to knock

I was a-scared to move, Iís in a state of shock

I hummed a little tune and I shuffled my feet

And I started walkiní backwards down at Rampard Street

Well, I got to the corner, I tried my best to smile

I turned around the corner and I ran a bloody mile

Man, I wasnít runniní for to meet my wife

I was just a-runniní for to save my life

 

Well, I's coughin' in my ear and wheezin' in my chest

I must have run a mile in a minute or less

I tripped on a log and I flunked on a stump

I caught a fast freight train with a one-armed junk

So if you're travelin' down the Louisiana way

And you feel a kinda lonesome and you need a place to stay

Man, youíre better off in your misery

Than to tackle that lady at one-oh-three

 

24 October 1963 New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 2nd The Times session #2. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1963

 

I was sittiní on a stump down in New Orleans

I was feeliní kinda low down, dirty and mean

Along came a fella and he didnít even ask

He said, I know of a woman who can fix you up fast

I did not think twice, I said like I should

Letís go find this lady who can do me some good

We walked across Rampard on a sailiní spree

And we come to a door called one-o-three

 

I's just about ready to give my little knock

When out comes a fella who couldnít even walk

Heís linkiní and a-slinkiní, couldnít stand on his feet

And he moaned and he groaned and he shuffled down the street

Well, out of the door there come another man

He wiggled and he wobbled, he couldn't hardly stand

He had his fist fighting' look in his ey'

Like he just fought a bear and was ready to die

 

Well, I peeked through the key crack and cominí down the hall

Was a long-legged man who could hardly crawl

He muttered and he uttered in broken French

And he looked like he'd been through a monkey wrench

Well, by this time I was a-scared to knock

I was a-scared to move Iís in a state of shock

 

I hummed a little tune and I shuffled my feet

And I started walkiní backwards down Rampard Street

Well, I got to the corner, I tried my best to smile

I turned around the corner and I ran a bloody mile

Man, I wasnít runniní 'cause I was sick

I's just a-runnin' †to get out of there quick

 

When I took that long run, wheezin on my chest

I musta run a mile in a minute or less

I walk on a log and I tipped on a stump

I caught a fast freight train with a one armed junk

So if you're travelin' down the Louisiana way

And you need a.feel a kinda lonesome and you need a place to stay

Man, youíre better off In your misery

Than to tackle that lady at one-oh-three

 

VARIATIONS Bob Dylan's New Orleans Rag. Compared with the take released on the 50th Anniversary Collection 1963, recorded 24 October 1963 New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 2nd The Times They Are A Changin' session #2

 

I was sittiní on a stump down in New Orleans

I was feeliní kinda low down, dirty and mean

Along came a fella and he didnít even ask

He said, I know of a woman who can fix you up fast

     He said, I know about a woman who can fix you up fast††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 7 Aug 1963, TTTAACRS#1, EGA

 

I did not think twice, I said like I should

Letís go find this lady who can do me some good

We walked across Rampard on a sailiní spree

And we come to a door called one-o-three

 

I's just about ready to give my little knock

When out comes a fella who couldnít even walk

Heís linkiní and a-slinkiní, couldnít stand on his feet

And he moaned and he groaned and he shuffled down the street

 

Well, out of the door there come another man

He wiggled and he wobbled, he couldn't hardly stand

He had his fist fighting' look in his ey'

Like he just fought a bear and was ready to die

 

Well, I peeked through the key crack and cominí down the hall

Was a long-legged man who could hardly crawl

He muttered and he uttered in broken French

And he looked like he'd been through a monkey wrench

 

Well, by this time I was a-scared to knock

I was a-scared to move Iís in a state of shock

I hummed a little tune and I shuffled my feet

And I started walkiní backwards down Rampard Street

 

Well, I got to the corner, I tried my best to smile

I turned around the corner and I ran a bloody mile

Man, I wasnít runniní 'cause I was sick

I's just a-runnin' †to get out of there quick

 

When I took that long run, wheezin on my chest

I musta run a mile in a minute or less

I walk on a log and I tipped on a stump

I caught a fast freight train with a one armed junk

 

So if you're travelin' down the Louisiana way

And you need a.feel a kinda lonesome and you need a place to stay

Man, youíre better off In your misery

Than to tackle that lady at one-oh-three

 

Bob Dylan's New Orleans Rag 19630412b, 19630807#1#2, 19631024#2

 

 

With God On Our Side (Bob Dylan)

First performed 12 April 1963, New York City, New York

 

7 August 1963, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 2nd The Times They Are A-Changingí sessions. Released on The Times They Are A-Changin'

 

Oh, my name it ain't nothiní, my age it means less, the country I come from is called the Midwest

Iís taught and brought up there, the laws to abide and that the land that I live in has God on its side

 

Oh, the history books tell it, they tell it so well, the cavalries charged, the Indians fell

The cavalries charged, the Indians died, oh, the country was young with God on its side

 

The Spanish-American War had its day and the Civil War too was soon laid away

And the names of the heroes lís made to memorize, with guns in their hands and God on their side

 

The first World War, boys, it came and it went, the reason for fighting I never did get

But I learned to accept it, accept it with pride, for you donít count the dead when Godís on your side

 

The Second World War came to an end, we forgave the Germans and then we were friends

Though they murdered six million in the ovens they fried. The Germans now too have God on their side

 

Iíve learned to hate the Russians all through my whole life, if another war comes, itís them we must fight

To hate them and fear them, to run and to hide and accept it all bravely with God on my side

 

But now we got weapons of chemical dust, if fire them weíre forced to, then fire them we must

One push of the button and a shot the world wide and you never ask questions when Godís on your side

 

Through many dark hours I've been thinking about this, that Jesus Christ was betrayed by a kiss

But I can't think for you, you have to decide whether Judas Iscariot had God on his side

 

So, now as I'm leavin', I'm weary as hell, the confusion I'm feelin' ain't no tongue can tell

The words fill my head and they fall to the floorhat if God's on our side he'll stop the next war

 

VARIATIONS With God On Our Side. Compared with the take released on The Times They Are A-Changiní. 7 August 1963,the 2nd The Times They Are A-Changingí sessions

 

Oh, my name it ain't nothiní, my age it means less, the country I come from is called the Midwest

Iís taught and brought up there, the laws to abide and that the land that I live in has God on its side

 

Oh, the history books tell it, they tell it so well, the cavalries charged, the Indians fell

The cavalries charged, the Indians died, oh, the country was young with God on its side

 

The Spanish-American War had its day and the Civil War too was soon laid away

And the names of the heroes lís made to memorize, with guns in their hands and God on their side

 

The first World War, boys, it came and it went

     The first World War, boys, closed at it's fate††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26-10-1963, NYC

The reason for fighting I never did get

     The reason for fighting I never got straight†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26-10-1963, NYC

     The reason for fighting it, I never got straight††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 May 1965, Liverpool

But I learned to accept it, accept it with pride

For you donít count the dead when Godís on your side

 

The Second World War came to an end

We forgave the Germans and then we were friends

Though they murdered six million in the ovens they fried

     Though they murdered twelve million†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Nov 1975 AFT, Providence, afternoon

The Germans now too have God on their side

 

     In the nineteen sixties came the Vietnam War††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Oct 1988, New York City

     Can somebody tell me what we were fighting for††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Oct 1988, New York City

     So many young men died, so many mothers cried†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Oct 1988, New York City

     Now I ask the question, was God on our side? ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 Oct 1988, New York City

 

Iíve learned to hate the Russians all through my whole life

     Iíve learned to hate Russia, and China, and Korea, and Vietnam, and Bulgaria, and Poland,

                                                                                South America, and Cuba†††††††††††† 4 Nov 1975 Early, Providence

If another war comes, itís them we must fight

To hate them and fear them, to run and to hide

And accept it all bravely with God on my side

 

But now we got weapons of chemical dust. If fire them weíre forced to, then fire them we must

One push of the button and a shot the world wide. And you never ask questions when Godís on your side

 

Through many dark hours I've been thinking about this. That Jesus Christ was betrayed by a kiss

But I can't think for you, you have to decide. Whether Judas Iscariot had God on his side

 

So, now as I'm leavin', I'm weary as hell. The confusion I'm feelin' ain't no tongue can tell

The words fill my head and they fall to the floor. That if God's on our side he'll stop the next war

 

With God On Our Side. 19630425, 19630726, 19630727, 19630728, 19630807, 19631026, 196405EA, 19640517, 19640726, 19640808, 19641010, 19641031,19650430, 19650327, 19650430, 19650501, 19650502, 19650505, 19650506, 19650507, 19650509, 19650510, 19751104aft, 19820606, 19881016

 

 

Hiding Too Long (Bob Dylan)

First performed 12 April 1963, New York City, New York

 

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

 

Come you phoney super patriotic people that say that hatin' and fearing is my only way

That this here country has got to be, you're thinkin' of yourselves, you ain't thinkin' of me

 

You're not thinkin' of any George Washington, you're not thinkin' of any Thomas Jefferson

But you say that you are and you lie and mislead, you use their names for your aims, for your selfish greed

 

Don't speak to me of your patriotism when you throw the Southern black boy in prison

An' you say the only good niggers are the ones that have died, don't think I'll ever stand on your side

 

Though you make it so hard for me to love, my face will never feel the slap of your glove

My cards will never buy .

My hands will never buy the cards that you play, my feet will never walk down the road that you lay

 

Get out in the open, stop standin' afar, let the whole world see what a hypocrite you are

I ain't jokin' and it ain't no gag, you bin hidin' too long behind the American flag

 

Hiding Too Long 19630412b

 

 

Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie (Bob Dylan)

First performed 12 April 1963, New York City, New York

 

12 April 1963, New York City, Town Hall. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 1. First lines of intro on bootleg Bob Dylan in Concert

 

I have a poem. It's not a poem here, but, it's something... This is the first concert I played alone really in, in New York.. And here's a fellow out in Brooklyn State Hospital, his name is Woody Guthrie. And... But... Woody is really something more than a folk singer. He's, he's really something else more than a folk singer and there's this book coming out that's doing,... dedicated to him. And they asked me to write something about Woody, sort of like what does Woody Guthrie mean to you in 25 words. And I couldn't do it, I wrote out 5 pages and I, I have it here. It's... I have it here by accident actually. But, but I, I'd like to say this out loud. So this is my feelings towards Woody Guthrie. Cannot really be told in how many records of his I buy, or, or this kind of things, it's a lot more than that actually. So if you can sort of roll along with this thing here this is called: Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie

 

When your head gets twisted and your mind grows numb

When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb

When you're laggin' behind and losing your pace

In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race

No matter what you're doing if you start givin' up

If the wine don't come to the top of your cup

If the wind's got you sideways with one hand holdin' on

And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone

And your train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it

And the wood's easy findin' but you're lazy to fetch it

And your sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long

And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong

And lonesome comes up as down goes the day

And tomorrow's morning seems so far away

And you feel the reins from your pony are slippin'

And your rope is a-slidin' cause your hands are a-drippin'

And your sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys

Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys

And your sky cries water and your drain pipe's a-pourin'

And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'

And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'

And your whole world's a-slamming and banging

And your minutes of sun turn to hours of storm

And to yourself you sometimes say:

I never knew it was gonna be this way

Why didn't they tell me the day I was born

And you start gettin' chills and you're jumping from sweat

And you're looking for something you ain't quite found yet

And you're knee-deep in the dark water with your hands in the air

And the whole world's a-watching with a window peek stare

And your good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying

And your heart feels sick like fish when they're frying

And your jackhammer falls from your hand to your feet

And you need it badly but it lays on the street

And your bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat

And you think your ears might a been hurt

Or your eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blinding dirt

And you figured you failed in yesterday's rush

And you're faked out an' fooled while facing a four flush

And all the time you were holdin' three queens

It's making you mad, it's makin' you mean

Like in the middle of Life magazine

Bouncin' around a pinball machine

And there's something on your mind you wanna be saying

That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'

But it's trapped on your tongue and sealed in your head

And it bothers you badly when you're laying in bed

And no matter how you try you just can't say it

And you're scared to your soul you just might forget it

And your eyes get swimmy from the tears in your head

And your pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead

And the lion's mouth opens and you're staring at his teeth

And his jaws start closing with you underneath

And you're flat on your belly with your hands tied behind

And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign

And you say to yourself just what am I doing

On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'

On this curve I'm hanging

On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking

In this air I'm inhaling

Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard

Why am I walking, where am I running

What am I saying, what am I knowing

On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'

On this mandolin I'm strumming, in the song I'm singin'

In the tune I'm humming, in the words that I'm thinking

In the words that I'm writing

In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'

Who am I helping, what am I breaking

What am I giving, what am I taking

But you try with your whole soul best

Never to think these thoughts and never to let

Them kind of thoughts gain ground

And make your heart pound

But then again you know when they're around

Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down

'Cause sometimes you hear them when the night times comes creeping

And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping

And you jump from your bed, from your last chapter of dreamin'

And you can't remember for the best of your thinking

If that was you in the dream that was screaming

And you know that it's something special you're needin'

And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'

And no liquor in the land to stop your brain from bleeding

And you need something special

Yeah, you need something special all right

You need a fast flying train on a tornado track

To shoot you someplace and shoot you back

You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler

That's been banging and booming and blowing forever

That knows your troubles a hundred times over

You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race

That won't laugh at your looks

Your voice or your face

And by any number of bets in the book

Will be rolling long after the bubblegum craze

You need something to open up a new door

To show you something you seen before

But overlooked a hundred times or more

You need something to open your eyes

You need something to make it known

That it's you and no one else that owns

That spot that you're standing, that space that you're sitting

That the world ain't got you beat

That it ain't got you licked

It can't get you crazy no matter how many

Times you might get kicked

You need something special all right

You need something special to give you hope

But hope's just a word

That maybe you said or maybe you heard

On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve

But that's what you need man, and you need it bad

And yer trouble is you know it too good

'Cause you look an' you start getting the chills

'Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill

And it ain't on Macy's window sill

And it ain't on no rich kid's road map

And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house

And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ

And it ain't on that dimlit stage

With that half-wit comedian on it

Ranting and raving and taking your money

And you think it's funny

No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club

And it ain't in the seats of a supper club

And sure as hell you're bound to tell

That no matter how hard you rub

You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub

No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you

And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you

And it ain't in no cardboard-box house

Or down any movie star's blouse

And you can't find it on the golf course

And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus

And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do er cotton candy clothes

And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons

And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices

That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'

Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin

Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow

Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry

When you can't even sense if they got any insides

These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows

No you'll not now or no other day

Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache

And inside it the people made of molasses

That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses

And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies

Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny

Who breathe and burp and bend and crack

And before you can count from one to ten

Do it all over again but this time behind yer back

My friend

The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl

And play games with each other in their sand-box world

And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools

That run around gallant

And make all rules for the ones that got talent

And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do

And think they're foolin' you

The ones who jump on the wagon

Just for a while cause they know it's in style

To get their kicks, get out of it quick

And make all kinds of money and chicks

And you yell to yourself and you throw down your hat

Sayin', Christ do I gotta be like that

Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at

Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel

Good God Almighty, that stuff ain't real

No but that ain't your game, it ain't your race

You can't hear your name, you can't see your face

You gotta look some other place

And where do you look for this hope that you're seekin'

Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'

Where do you look for this oil well gushin'

Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'

Where do you look for this hope that you know is there

And out there somewhere

And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads

Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows

Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways

You can touch and twist

And turn two kinds of doorknobs

You can either go to the church of your choice

Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital

You'll find God in the church of your choice

You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

 

And though it's only my opinion

I may be right or wrong

You'll find them both

In the Grand Canyon

At sundown

 

Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie. 19630412b

 

 

Seven Curses (Bob Dylan)

First performed 12 April 1963, New York City, New York

 

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

 

Old Reilly stole a stallion but they caught him and they brought him back

And they laid him down in the jailhouse ground with an iron chain around his neck

 

Old Reillyís daughter got a message that her father was to hang

She rode by night and came by morning with gold and silver in her hand

 

When the judge saw Reillyís daughter, his old eyes deepened in his head

Sayiní, Gold will never free your father, the price, my dear, is you instead

 

Oh, Iím as good as dead, cried Reilly, Itís only you that he does crave

And my skin will surely crawl if he touches you at all, get back on your horse and ride away

 

Oh, father you will surely die if I donít take the chance to try

To pay the price and not take your advice, for that reason I will have to stay

 

The gallows shadows shook the evening, in the night a hound dog bayed

In the night the grounds were groaniní, in the night the price was paid

 

The next morniní she had awoken to find that the judge had never spoken

She saw that hanginí branch a-bendiní, she saw her fatherís body broken

 

These be seven curses on a judge so cruel: that one doctor cannot save him

That two healers cannot heal him, that three eyes cannot see him

 

That four ears cannot hear him, that five walls cannot hide him

That six diggers cannot bury him and that seven deaths shall never kill him

 

VARIATIONS Seven Curses. Compared with the take released on Bob Dylan Live 1962-1966. Recorded

12 April 1963, New York City, Town Hall

 

Old Reilly stole a stallion but they caught him and they brought him back

And they laid him down in the jailhouse ground with an iron chain around his neck

 

Old Reillyís daughter got a message that her father was to hang

     When Reillys daughter got a message that her father was going to hang††††††††††††††††††† 6 Aug 1963, Times session

She rode by night and came by morning with gold and silver in her hand

 

When the judge saw Reillyís daughter, his old eyes deepened in his head

     When the judge he saw Reillyís daughter, his old eyes deepened in his head †††††††††††††††††††††††† May 1963, Witmark

Sayiní, Gold will never free your father, the price, my dear, is you instead

 

Oh, Iím as good as dead, cried Reilly, Itís only you that he does crave

And my skin will surely crawl if he touches you at all, get back on your horse and ride away

                                                            ††† get on your horse and ride away ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† May 1963, Witmark

 

Oh, father you will surely die if I donít take the chance to try

To pay the price and not take your advice, for that reason I will have to stay

     And pay the price and not take your advice, for that reason I will have to stay †††††††††† 6 Aug 1963, Times session

 

The gallows shadows shook the evening, in the night a hound dog bayed

In the night the grounds were groaniní,in the night the price was paid

     In the night the grounds was groaniní,in the night the price was paid††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 Aug 1963, Times session

     In the dark the grounds were groaniní, In the dark the price was paid††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, NYC, Carnegie Hall

 

 

The next morniní she had awoken to find that the judge had never spoken

     The next morniní as she had awoken to find that the judge had never spoken††††††††††† 6 Aug 1963, Times session

                                                             to know that the judge had never spoken†††††††††††††††††††††††††† May 1963, Witmark

She saw that hanginí branch a-bendiní, she saw her fatherís body broken

 

These be seven curses on a judge so cruel: that one doctor cannot save him

     These be seven curses on a judge so cruel that one doctor will not save him ††††††††††††††††††††††††† May 1963, Witmark

That two healers cannot heal him, that three eyes cannot see him

     That two healers will not heal him and that three eyes will not see him †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† May 1963, Witmark

 

That four ears cannot hear him, that five walls cannot hide him

     That four ears will not hear him, that five walls will not hide him ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† May 1963, Witmark

That six diggers cannot bury him and that seven deaths shall never kill him

     That six diggers will not bury him and that seven deaths shall never kill him ††††††††††††††††††††††††††† May 1963, Witmark

 

Seven Curses 19630412b, 196305??, 19630806, 19641026

 

 

I Rode Out One Morning (Bob Dylan)

First performed 19 April 1963, New York City, New York

 

19 April 1963, New York City, New York, The Home Of Eve and Mac McKenzie. Second McKenzie released on The 50TH Anniversary Collection 1962

 

I rode out one morning, tryin' to make me a friend

I rode down to the city, no one to offend

But my hands they were dirty and my hair it was messed

And I came from the east and I went out to the west

 

It's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard ground to walk

It's hard as the nail, it's hard as the rock

It's hard as the sail that stands to the wind

But they're all not as hard as the love that I'm in

 

I Rode Our One Morning. 19630419

 

 

Talking World War III Blues (Bob Dylan)

First performed 21 April 1963, Cambridge, Massachusetts

 

24 April 1963, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A New York City, New York. The 8th Freewheeliní Bob Dylan session #5. Released on The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan

 

One time ago a crazy dream came to me, I dreamt I was walkiní into World War Three

I went to the doctor the very next day to see what kinda words he could say

He said it was a bad dream

I wouldnít worry íbout it none, though

Them your own dreams, theyíre only in your head

 

I said, Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain. He said, Nurse, get your pad, the boyís insane

He grabbed my arm, I said, Ouch! as I landed on the psychiatric couch

Said, Tell me about it

 

Well, the whole thing started at 3 oíclock fast, it was all over by quarter past

I was down in the sewer with some little lover when I peeked out from a manhole cover

Wondering who turned the lights on us

 

Well, I got up and walked around, up and down the lonesome town

I stood a-wondering which way to go, I lit a cigarette on a parking meter and walked on down the road

It was a normal day

 

Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell and I leaned my head and I gave a yell

Give me a string bean, Iím a hungry man, a shotgun fired and away I ran

I donít blame him too much though, he didn't know me

 

Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand I seen a man. I said, Howdy friend, I guess thereís just us two

He screamed a bit and away he flew

Thought I was a Communist

 

Well, I spied me a girl before she could leave, I say, Letís go and play Adam and Eve

I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpiní when she said, Hey man, you crazy or sumpiní

You see what happened the last time they started

 

Well, I seen me a Cadillac window uptown and there was nobody arouní

I got into the driverís seat and I drove down 42nd Street

In my Cadillac. Good car to drive after a war

 

Well, I remember seeiní some ad so I turned on my Conelrad

But I didnít pay my Con Ed bill so the radio didnít work so well

Turned on my record player

It was Rock-a-day Johnny singiní

Tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa

Our Loveís A-gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah

 

I was feeliní kinda lonesome and blue, I needed somebody to talk to

So I called up the operator of time, just to hear a voice of some kind

When you hear the beep it will be three oíclock

She said that for over an hour

And I hung up

 

Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then sayiní, Hey Iíve been haviní the same old dreams

But mine was a little different you see, I dreamt that the only person left after the war was me

I didnít see you around

 

Well, now time passed and now it seems everybodyís having them dreams

Everybody sees themselves walkiní around with no one else

Half of the people can be part right all of the time

Some of the people can be all right part of the time

But all of the people canít be all right all of the time

I think Abraham Lincoln said that

Iíll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours

I said that

 

31 October 1964, Philharmonic Hall, New York City, released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 6

 

One time a crazy dream came to me, I dreamt I was walkin' in World War Three,

I went to the doctor the very next day to see what kinda words he had to say. He said it was a bad dream

 

I said, Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain

He said, Nurse, get your pad, the boy's obviously insane, He grabbed my arm, I said, Ouch!

As I landed on the psychiatric couch. He said, Tell me about it, your dream

 

Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast, it was all over by a quarter past

I was down in the sewer with some little lover when I peeked out through a manhole cover

Wondering who turned the lights on

 

Well, I got up and I walked around, up and down the lonesome town, just a-wondering which way to go,

I lit a cigarette on a parking meter and walked on down the road

It was a normal day

 

Well, I rung me a fallout shelter bell and I leaned my head and I gave a big yell,

Give me a TV dinner, I'm a hungry man. A shotgun fired and away I ran

I don't blame them much, though, they didn't know me

 

Down the corner by the hot-dog stand I seen another man, I said, Howdy friend, I guess there's just us two

He screamed, down the road he flew, tought I was a Communist

 

Well, I grabbed me a girl before she could leave, I said, Let's go play Adam and Eve

I took her by the hand and my heart was thumpin', she said, Hey man, are you crazy or sumpin'?

You see what happened last time they started

 

Well, I remember seein' some newspaper ad, so I turned on my Conelrad

But I didn't pay my Con Ed bill, so the radio didn't work so well

I turned on the record player -It was Martha and the Van Dellas, talkin' about leader of the pack

 

I seen me a Cadillac window uptown, there was nobody aroun'. I got into the driver's seat

And I drove down 42nd Street. In my Cadillac. Good car to drive after a war

 

By that time I was feelin' blue, I needed somebody to talk to

So I called up the operator of time just to hear a voice of some kind

She said, When you hear the beep it will be three o'clock

She said that for over an hour and I hung up

 

Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then, sayin, I've been havin' the same old dreams,

But mine's different, don't you see. I dreamt the only person left after the war was me

I didn't see you around. And nobody looks like you

 

Time passed and now it seems everybody's having them dreams

Everybody sees themselves walkin' around with no one else

Well, some of the people couldn't be part right all of the time,

all the people couldn't be some right part of the time,

part of the people couldn't be some right all of the time

but all of the people can't be all right all of the time

Carl Sandburg said that

I'll let you be in my dream if I can be in your dream, I said that

 

VARIATIONS

 

Verses sometimes left out, mixed, order changed etc

 

Verse 1

He said it was a very bad screamin' dream††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

He said it was a terrible dream††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Nov 1964, San Josť

 

Verse 4

It was a normal day†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Apr 1963, CBS, The Freewheelin'

It was an average day††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 9 May 1965, London

 

Verse 5

ďGive me a TV-dinner, Iím a hungry manĒ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††

Give me a string bean, Iím a hungry man †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Feb 1964, Canada, CBC TV

 

Verse 7

I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin톆††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Apr 1963, CBS, on Freewheelin'

I took her by the heart and my hand it was thumpin톆††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

 

Verse 9

Turned on my record player. It was Rock-a-day Johnny, †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Apr 1963, CBS, on Freewheelin'

It was Fabian. Singing singiní,† tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1963, Chicago

Our Loveís A-gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah

It was Fabian. Singing I, you love me and I love you†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, NYC, Carnegie Hall

Our love's gonna grow, shoobedoo,

It was Ringo†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

It was the Shangri-Las singing about Leader of the Pack†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 9 Apr 1965, Vancouver

It was Donovan. Whoever Donovan is?††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 30 Apr 1965, Sheffield

It was not Donovan. It was... it was the Shangri-Las†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 5 May 1965, Birmingham

I opened up my closet. It was Donovan†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 May 1965, Newcastle

Turned on my record player / That didn't work either †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 7 May 1976, Manchester

I looked in the closet, though / And there was Donovan††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 9 May 1965, London

 

Verse 10

She said that for over an hour and I hung up††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Apr 1963, CBS, The Freewheelin'

She said that for a few days and I hung up††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 30 Apr 1965, Sheffield

She said that for about a week and I hung up††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 May 1965, Liverpool

She said that for a couple of days and I hung up†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 2 May 1965, Leicester

She said that for about two weeks and I hung up†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 5 May 1965, Birmingham

She said that for about a month and I hung up††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 7 May 1965, Manchester

She said that over and over and I hung up††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 10 may 1965, London

 

Last verse

Half of the people can be part right all of the time††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Apr 1963, CBS, on Freewheelin'

Some of the people can be all right part of the time

But all of the people canít be all right all of the time

(Abraham Lincoln)

 

Some of the people can be half right all of the time†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Apr 1963, Chicago

All of the people can be part right some of the time

But all the people can't be all right all of the time

 

Well, all of the people can be half right part of the time††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 10 May 1963, Brandeis University

Part of the people can be some right all of the time

But all the people canít be all right all of the time

 

Well, all the people can be half right some of the time††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Jul 1963, Newport Folk Festival, Night

Some of the people can be all right part of the time

But all of the people canít be all right all of the time

 

All the people can be half right some of the time††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, NYC, Carnegie hall

And some of the people can be all right part of the time

And part of the people can be some right all of the time

But all the people can't be all right all of the time

 

All the people can be part right some of the time†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Feb 1964, Canada, CBC TV

And some of the people can be all right part of the time

But all of the people canít be all right all of the time

 

All the people can be part right some of the time†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

And some of the people can be all right part of the time

And all the people can be part right some of the time

But all the people canít be all right all of the time

Carl Sandburg said that

 

Well, all the people can be part right some of the time†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 10 Oct 1964, Philadelphia

And some of the people can be part right part of the time

And part of the people can be some right all of the time

But all of the people can't be all right all of the time

[??? said that]

 

Well, some of the people can be part right all of the time††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 31 Oct 1964, New York

All the people can be some right part of the time

Part of the people can be some right all of the time

But all the people can't be all right all of the time

Carl Sandburg said that

 

Some of the people can be all right part of the time††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Nov 1964, San Josť

Part of the people can be some right all of the time

All of the people can be some right part of the rime

But all the people can't be all right all of the time

 

Some of the people can be all right part of the time†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 27 Nov 1964, San Francisco

And all the people can be part right some of the time

Some of the people can be all right part of the time

But all the people can't be all right all of the time

 

All of the people can be part right some of the time†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 30 Apr1965, Sheffield

Half the people can be some right al of the time

Part of the people can be all right half of the time

But all of the people can't be all right all of the time

Robert Frost said that

 

Some of the people can be all right part of the time††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 May 1965, Liverpool

All of the people can be half right some of the time

Half the people can be part right all of the time

But all of the people can't be all right all of the time

 

Half the people can be all right part of the time††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 2 May 1965, Leicester

All of the people can be part right some of the time

Some the people can be half right all of the time

But all of the people can't be all right all of the time

 

Some of the people can be all right part of the time†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 5 May 1965, Birmingham

Half the people can be part right some of the time

All of the people can be part right half of the time

But all of the people can't be all right all of the time

 

Some of the people can be all right half of the time†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 6 May 1965, Newcastle

Half the people can be all right part of the time

All of the people can be part right half of the time

But all of the people can't be all right all of the time

T.S. Eliot said that

 

Well, some of the people can be half right part of the time††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 7 May 1965, Manchester

All of the people can be part right some of the time†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 9 May 1965, London

Half the people can be part right all of the time

But all of the people canít be all right all of the time

 

Some of the people can be part right half of the time††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 10 May 1965, London

All of the people can be some right part of the time

Part of the people can be half right all of the time

But all of the people canít be all right all of the time

 

Talkin' World War III Blues 19630424#5, 19630425, 19630510, 19630726, 19640201, 19640517, 19641010, 19641031, 19641125, 19641127, 19650409, 19650430, 19650501, 19650502, 19650505, 19650506, 19650507, 19650509, 19650510

 

 

Mother (?)

26 April 1963. Mentioned By Dylan In Interview With Studs Terkel

 

 

Eternal Circle (Bob Dylan)

First performed May-June 1963, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

24 October 1963, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 5th The Times session. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 2

 

I sang the song slowly as she stood in the shadows / She stepped to the light as my silver strings spun

She called with her eyes to the tune Iís a-playiní / But the song it was long and Iíd only begun

 

Through a bullet of light her face was reflectiní / The fast fading words that rolled from my tongue

With a long-distance look her eyes was on fire / But the song it was long and there was more to be sung

 

My eyes danced a circle across her clear outline / With her head tilted sideways she called me again

As the tune drifted out she breathed hard through the echo / But the song it was long and it was far to the end

 

I glanced at my guitar and played it pretendiní / That of all the eyes out there I could see none

As her thoughts pounded hard like the pierce of an arrow / But the song it was long and it had to get done

 

As the tune finally folded I laid down the guitar / Then looked for the girl whoíd stared for so long

But her shadow was missiní for all of my searchiní / So I picked up my guitar and began the next song

 

VARIATIONS Eternal Circle. Compared with the take released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 2. the 5th The Times session. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 2

 

I sang the song slowly as she stood in the shadows

     Oh, I strung the song slowly as she stood in the shadows††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

She stepped to the light as my silver strings spun

She called with her eyes to the tune Iís a-playiní

     She called with her eyes to the tune I was playin톆†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

But the song it was long and Iíd only begun

 

Through a bullet of light her face was reflectiní

The fast fading words that rolled from my tongue

With a long-distance look her eyes was on fire

     With a long-distance look her eyes were on fire††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

But the song it was long and there was more to be sung

 

My eyes danced a circle across her clear outline

With her head tilted sideways she called me again

     With her head tilted sideways her eyes called again††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

As the tune drifted out she breathed hard through the echo

But the song it was long and it was far to the end

 

I glanced at my guitar and played it pretendiní

That of all the eyes out there I could see none

As her thoughts pounded hard like the pierce of an arrow

But the song it was long and it had to get done

 

As the tune finally folded I laid down the guitar

Then looked for the girl whoíd stared for so long

But her shadow was missiní for all of my searchiní

So I picked up my guitar and began the next song

 

Eternal Circle 19631024, 19640517, 19630812#4

 

 

Only A Pawn In Their Game (Bob Dylan)

First performed 6 July 1963, Greenwood, Mississippi

 

7 August 1963, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 2nd The Times. Released on The Times They Are A-Changin'

 

A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Eversí blood

A finger fired the trigger to his name

A handle hid out in the dark, a hand set the spark

Two eyes took the aim behind a manís brain

But he canít be blamed, heís only a pawn in their game

 

A South politician preaches to the poor white man

You got more than the blacks, donít complain

Youíre better than them, you been born with white skin, they explain

And the Negroís name is used it is plain for the politicianís gain

As he rises to fame and the poor white remains on the caboose of the train

But it ainít him to blame, heís only a pawn in their game

 

The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid

And the marshals and cops get the same

But the poor white manís used in the hands of them all like a tool

Heís taught in his school from the start by the rule

That the laws are with him to protect his white skin

To keep up his hate so he never thinks straight íbout the shape that heís in

But it ainít him to blame Heís only a pawn in their game

 

From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks

And the hoofbeats pound in his brain

And heís taught how to walk in a pack

Shoot in the back with his fist in a clinch To hang and to lynch

To hide íneath the hood, to kill with no pain, like a dog on a chain, he ainít got no name

But it ainít him to blame, heís only a pawn in their game

 

Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught

They lowered him down as a king

But when the shadowy sun sets on the one, that fired the gun

Heíll see by his grave, on the stone that remains, carved next to his name

His epitaph plain: Only a pawn in their game

 

VARIATONS Only A Pawn In Their Game. Compared with the take released on The Times They Are A-Changin'. 7 August 1963, the 2nd The Times session

 

A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Eversí blood

A finger fired the trigger to his name

A handle hid out in the dark, a hand set the spark

Two eyes took the aim behind a manís brain

But he canít be blamed, heís only a pawn in their game

 

A South politician preaches to the poor white man

You got more than the blacks, donít complain

Youíre better than them, you been born with white skin, they explain

And the Negroís name is used it is plain for the politicianís gain

As he rises to fame and the poor white remains on the caboose of the train

But it ainít him to blame, heís only a pawn in their game

 

The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid

And the marshals and cops get the same

But the poor white manís used in the hands of them all like a tool

Heís taught in his school from the start by the rule

That the laws are with him to protect his white skin

To keep up his hate so he never thinks straight íbout the shape that heís in

But it ainít him to blame Heís only a pawn in their game

 

     The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

     And the marshals and cops get the same††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

     but the poor man lies in his school, knowin' by the rule†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

     That it's white to behave, knowin' by the game†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

     He's on by the same, he's taught with his name†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

     Oh he [???] fame, heís only a pawn in their game††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

 

 

From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks

And the hoofbeats pound in his brain

And heís taught how to walk in a pack

Shoot in the back with his fist in a clinch, to hang and to lynch

To hide íneath the hood, to kill with no pain, like a dog on a chain, he ainít got no name

But it ainít him to blame, heís only a pawn in their game

 

Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught

They lowered him down as a king

But when the shadowy sun sets on the one, that fired the gun

Heíll see by his grave, on the stone that remains, carved next to his name

     Youíll see by his grave on the stone that remains, carved next to his name††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London

His epitaph plain: Only a pawn in their game

 

Only A Pawn In Their Game 19630726, 19630730, 19630807, 19630828, 19631026, 19640517, 19641010

 

 

We Shall Overcome (Traditional)

First performed 6 July 1963, Greenwood, Mississippi Silas Magee's Farm. Vote Registration Rally

 

 

What Did The Deep Sea Say? (Woody Guthrie)

First performed 17 July 1963, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

 

Liverpool Gal (Bob Dylan)

First performed 17 July 1963, Minneapolis, Minnesota. Lyrics published in Bob Dylan: In his own words 2. Information in Clinton Heylin's Revolution in the air: the songs of Bob Dylan, 1957-1973

 

When first I came to London Town , a stranger I did come

I'd walk the streets so silently, I did not know no-one

I was thinking thoughts and dreaming dreams, the kind you roll along

But most of all I was thinking about the land I's left bak home

 

I stand by the river Thames with the wind blowing through my hair

And who should come and stand by me but a London gal so fair

Her eyes were blue, her hair was brown, her face was gentle and kind

For a second, well, I clear forgot the land I left behind

 

As we began walking and talkin' all through the English air

I did not know where we'd end up, 'til we came to the top of a stair

As we lay round on a worn-out rug, the room it was so cold

And we talked for hours by the inside fire 'bout the outside world so old

 

All through our sweet conversation, she thought my ways were so strange

Bit I know there was one thing about me that she would try to change

And the night passed on with the drizzling rain, there's one thing I found out

A pair of sweet curls I know too well, her love I know not much about

 

And I awoke the next morning and the rain had turned to snow

I looked out of her window and I knew that I must go

I did not know how to tell her, I didn't know if I could

But she smiled a smile I'd never seen to say she understood

 

And thinking of her as I stood in the snow, how strange she appeared to me

On the reason I was leaving, she seemed no better than me

I gazed all up at her window where the snowy snowflakes blowed

I put my hands in my pockets and I walked 'long down the road

 

So it's now I'm leaving London, boys, well, the town I'll soon forget

Likewise its winds and weather, likewise some people I met

But there's one thing that's for certain, sure as the sunshine down

I'll never forget that Liverpool gal, who lived in London Town

 

 

West Memphis (Writer unknown)

First performed 17 July 1963, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

 

Death Letter Blues (Huddie Leadbetter)

First performed 17 July 1963, Minneapolis, Minnesota

 

 

North Country Blues (Bob Dylan)

First performed 6 August 1963, New York City, New York

 

6 August 1963, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 1st The Times session. Released on The Times They Are A-changin'

 

Come gather íround friends and Iíll tell you a tale of when the red iron pits ran plenty

But the cardboard filled windows and old men on the benches tell you now that the whole town is empty

 

In the north end of town my own children have grown but I was raised on the other

In the wee hours of youth my mother took sick and I was brought up by my brother

 

The iron ore poured as the years passed the door, the drag lines aní the shovels they was a-humming

Till one day my brother failed to come home, the same as my father before him

 

Well, a long winterís wait from the window I watched, my friends they couldnít have been kinder

And my schooling was cut as I quit in the spring to marry John Thomas, a miner

 

Oh the years passed again and the giviní was good with the lunch bucket filled every season

What with three babies born the work was cut down tTo a half a dayís shift with no reason††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††

 

Then the shaft was soon shut and more work was cut and the fire in the air, it felt frozen

Till a man come to speak and he said in one week that number eleven was closiní

 

They complained in the East they are paying too high, they say that your ore ainít worth digging

That itís much cheaper down in the South American towns where the miners work almost for nothing

 

So the mining gates locked and the red iron rotted and the room smelled heavy from drinking

When the sad, silent song made the hour twice as long as I waited for the sun to go sinking

 

I lived by the window as he talked to himself, this silence of tongues it was building

Till one morningís wake, the bed it was bare and Iís left alone with three children

 

The summer is gone, the groundís turning cold, the stores one by one theyíre a-foldiní

My children will go as soon as they grow, well, there ainít nothing here now to hold them

 

VARIATIONS North Country Blues. Compared with the take released on The Times They Are A-changin'. 6 August 1963, the 1st The Times session

 

Come gather íround friends and Iíll tell you a tale of when the red iron pits ran plenty

                                                                 † of where the red iron ore pits ran plenty†††††††††††††††††† 27 Jul 1963, Newport

But the cardboard filled windows and old men on the benches tell you now that the whole town is empty

 

In the north end of town my own children have grown but I was raised on the other

     In the north end of town my own children have grown while I grown up on the other††††††† 9 May 1974, NYC, Chili

In the wee hours of youth my mother took sick and I was brought up by my brother

 

The iron ore poured as the years passed the door, the drag lines aní the shovels they was a-humming

Till one day my brother failed to come home, the same as my father before him

     Till one day my [father/brother] he failed to come home, the same as my brother before him††† 9 May 1974, Chili

 

Well, a long winterís wait from the window I watched, my friends they couldnít have been kinder

     Through a long winterís wait†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, Carnegie Hall

And my schooling was cut as I quit in the spring to marry John Thomas, a miner

 

Oh the years passed again and the giviní was good with the lunch bucket filled every season

What with three babies born the work was cut down to a half a dayís shift with no reason

 

Then the shaft was soon shut and more work was cut and the fire in the air, it felt frozen

Till a man come to speak and he said in one week that number eleven was closiní

 

They complained in the East they are paying too high, they say that your ore ainít worth digging

     They say in the East they are paying too high††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 27 Jul 1963, Newport, Afternoon

     They say in the East they are paying too much†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, Carnegie Hall

That itís much cheaper down in the South American towns where the miners work almost for nothing

 

So the mining gates locked and the red iron rotted and the room smelled heavy from drinking

     So the mining gates locked and the red iron rotted and the [???] smelled heavy from drinking††††† 9-5-1974, Chili

When the sad, silent song made the hour twice as long as I waited for the sun to go sinking

††† When the sad, silent song made the hour twice as long as [???] waited for the sun to go sinking† 9-5-1974, Chili

 

I lived by the window as he talked to himself, this silence of tongues it was building

     I lived by the window as he talked to himself, this silence of tongues it was [grinding]††††††††††††††† 9 May 1974, Chili

Till one morningís wake, the bed it was bare and Iís left alone with three children

 

The summer is gone, the groundís turning cold, the stores one by one theyíre a-foldiní

                                   and the groundís getting cold††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, Carnegie Hall

My children will go as soon as they grow, well, there ainít nothing here now to hold them

 

North Country Blues 19630727, 19630806, 19631026, 19740509

 

 

Gypsy Lou (Bob Dylan)

First performed August 1963, New York City, New York

 

August 1963, New York City, New York, Witmark Studio. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 9

 

If you getcha one girl, better get two, case you run into Gypsy Lou

Sheís a rambliní woman with a rambliní mind, leaviní some poor boy behind

Hey, íround the bend, Gypsy Louís gone again, Gypsy Louís gone again

 

Well, I seen this whole country through.

seen this whole country through just to followin' Gypsy Lou

Seen it up, seen it down, followiní Gypsy Lou around

Hey, íround the bend, Gypsy Louís gone again, Gypsy Louís gone again

 

Well, I gotta tal... stop and take some rest, my poor feet are second best

My poor feet are weariní thin, Gypsy Louís gone again

Hey, gone again, Gypsy Louís íround the bend, Gypsy Louís íround the bend

 

Well, I seen her up in old Cheyenne, I turned my head and away she ran

From Denver Town to Wichita, last I heard sheís in Arkansas

Hey, íround the bend, Gypsy Louís gone again, Gypsy Louís gone again

 

Well, I tell you what if you want to do, tell you if you wore out your shoes

If you want to wear out your shoes, try and follow Gypsy Lou

Hey, gone again, Gypsy Louís íround the bend, Gypsy Louís íround the bend

 

Well, Gypsy Lou, I been told, liviní down on Gallus Road

Gallus Road, Arlington, moved away to Washington

Hey, íround the bend, Gypsy Louís gone again, Gypsy Louís gone again

 

Well, I went down to Washington, then she went to Oregon

I skipped the ground and hopped a train, sheís back in Gallus Road again

Hey, I canít win, Gypsy Lou you're gone again, Gypsy Lou you gone again

 

Well, the last I heard of Gypsy Lou, sheís in a Memphis calaboose

She left one too many a boy behind, he committed suicide

Hey, you canít win, Gypsy Louís gone again, Gypsy Louís gone again

 

Gypsy Lou 196308??,

 

 

Ain't Gonna Grieve (Bob Dylan)

First performed August 1963, New York City, New York

 

August 1963, New York City, New York, Witmark Studio. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 9

 

Well, I ainít a-gonna grieve no more, no more, ainít a-gonna grieve no more, no more

Ainít a-gonna grieve no more, no more and I ainít a-gonna grieve no more

 

Come on brothers, join the band, come on sisters, clap your hands, tell everybody thatís in the land

I ainít a-gonna grieve no more

 

Well, I ainít a-gonna grieve no more, no more, I ainít a-gonna grieve no more, no more

Ainít a-gonna grieve no more, no more, ainít a-gonna grieve no more

 

Brown and blue and white and black with all one color on the one-way track, we got this far and ainít a-goiní back

And I ainít a-gonna grieve no more

 

I ainít a-gonna grieve no more, no more, ainít a-gonna grieve no more, no more

Ainít a-gonna grieve no more, no more, I ainít a-gonna grieve no more

 

Weíre gonna notify your next of kin, youíre gonna raise the roof until the house falls in

You can knock us down we'll get up again, we ainít a-gonna grieve no more

 

We ainít a-gonna grieve no more, no more, we ainít a-gonna grieve no more, no more

we ainít a-gonna grieve no more, no more, we ainít a-gonna grieve no more

 

Well, I sing this song all night long, sing it to my baby from midnight on, sheíll sing it to you when Iím dead and gone

And I ainít a-gonna grieve no more

 

I ainít a-gonna grieve no more, no more, ainít a-gonna grieve no more, no more, ainít a-gonna grieve,

I ain't a-gonna grieve, I ainít a-gonna grieve no more

 

Ainít Gonna Grieve 196308??

 

 

When The Ship Comes In (Bob Dylan)

First performed August 1963, New York City, New York, Witmark Studio

 

23 October 1963, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 4th The Times session. Released on The Times They Are A-Changin

 

Oh, the time will come up when the winds will stop and the breeze will cease to be breathiní

Like the stillness in the wind before the hurricane begins, the hour that the ship comes in

 

And the seas will split and the ships will hit and the sands on the shoreline will be a-shaking

And the tide will sound and the waves will pound and the morning will be breaking

 

The fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path and the seagulls theyíll be a-smiling

And the rocks on the sand will proudly stand the hour that the ship comes in

 

And the words that are used for to get the ship confused will not be understood as theyíre spoken

For the chains of the sea will have busted in the night and be buried on the bottom of the ocean

 

A song will lift as the mainsail shifts and the boat drifts on to the shoreline

And the sun will respect every face on the deck the hour that the ship comes in

 

Then the sands will roll out a carpet of gold for your weary toes to be a-touchiní

And the shipís wise men will remind you once again that the whole wide world is watchiní

 

Oh, the foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes and theyíll jerk from their beds and think theyíre dreaminí

But theyíll pinch themselves and squeal and they'll know that itís for real the hour that the ship comes in

 

Then theyíll raise their hands, sayiní weíll meet all your demands, but weíll shout from the bow your days are numbered

And like Pharoahís tribe theyíll be drownded in the tide and like Goliath, theyíll be conquered

 

VARIATIONS When The Ship Comes In. Compared with the take released on The Times They Are A-Changiní. 23 October 1963, the 4th The Times session

 

Oh, the time will come up when the winds will stop and the breeze will cease to be breathiní

Like the stillness in the wind before the hurricane begins, the hour that the ship comes in

 

And the seas will split and the ships will hit and the sands on the shoreline will be a-shaking

                                                            † and shoreline sands will be a-shaking††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Aug 1963, Witmark

And the tide will sound and the waves will pound and the morning will be breaking

 

The fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path and the seagulls theyíll be a-smiling

And the rocks on the sand will proudly stand the hour that the ship comes in

 

And the words that are used for to get the ship confused will not be understood as theyíre spoken

For the chains of the sea will have busted in the night and be buried on the bottom of the ocean

 

A song will lift as the mainsail shifts and the boat drifts on to the shoreline

     Oh, a song will drift†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 28 Aug 1963, March On Washington

And the sun will respect every face on the deck the hour that the ship comes in

                                                                            the hour that the ships come in††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, Carnegie Hall

 

Then the sands will roll out a carpet of gold for your weary toes to be a-touchiní

     the car... that will roll out††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 28 Aug 1963, March On Washington

 

And the shipís wise men will remind you once again that the whole wide world is watchiní

 

Oh, the foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes and theyíll jerk from their beds and think theyíre dreaminí

But theyíll pinch themselves and squeal and they'll know that itís for real the hour that the ship comes in

 

Then theyíll raise their hands, sayiní weíll meet all your demands

But weíll shout from the bow your days are numbered

     But weíll shout from the bow your hours are numbered††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 May 1964, London, Royal Festival Hall

And like Pharoahís tribe theyíll be drownded in the tide and like Goliath, theyíll be conquered

 

When The Ship Comes In 196308??, 19630828, 19631023, 10961026, 19640517

 

 

Troubled And I Don't Know Why (Traditional, arr. Bob Dylan)

First performed on a Joan Baez concert, 17 August 1963, New York City, New York

 

17 August 1963, Forest Hills Tennis Stadium, Forrest Hills, New York, a Joan Baez Concert

 

Duet Bob Dylan and Joan Baez

 

(both) I'm troubled and I don't know why, I'm troubled and I don't know why

(both) Well the trouble on my mind is driving me blind

(both) I'm troubled and I don't know why

 

Oh what did the morning say, oh what did the morning say

Well it rolled from the night with the dark dreary light

Saying another old weary day

 

(both) I'm troubled and I don't know why, I'm troubled and I don't know why

(both) The trouble on my mind is driving me blind

(both) I'm troubled and I don't know why

 

What did the newspaper tell, what did the newspaper tell

Well, it rolled in the door and it laid on the floor

Saying, things ain't going so well

 

(both) I'm troubled and I don't know why, I'm troubled and I don't know why

(both) Well, the trouble on my mind is driving me blind

(both) I'm troubled and I don't know why

 

What did the television squall, what did the television squall

Well, it roared and it boomed and it bounced around the room

An' it never said nothin' at all

 

(both) I'm troubled and I don't know why, I'm troubled and I don't know why

(both) Well, the trouble on my mind is driving me blind

(both) I'm troubled and I don't know why

 

What did the movie screen lecture, what did the movie screen lecture

Well, it heated and it froze and it took off all its clothes

An' I left in the middle of the picture

 

(both) I'm troubled and I don't know why, I'm troubled and I don't know why

(both) Well, the trouble on my mind is driving me blind

(both) I'm troubled and I don't know why

 

(both) I'm troubled and I don't know why, I'm troubled and I don't know why

(both) Well, the trouble on my mind is driving me blind

(both) I'm troubled and I don't know why

 

Troubled And I Donít Know Why. 19630817

 

 

Keep Your Eyes On The Prize (Len Chandler)

First performed 28 August 1963, Washington, District Of Columbia

 

 

The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll (Bob Dylan)

First performed 23 October 1963, New York City, New York

 

23 October 1963, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 4th The Times session. Released on The Times They Are A-Changin'

 

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll with a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger

At a Baltimore hotel society gathíriní and the cops was called in and his weapon took from him

As they rode him in custody down to the station and booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder

But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears

Take the rag away from your face, now ainít the time for your tears

 

William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years, owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres

With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him and high office relations in the politics of Maryland

Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders and swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling

And in a matter of minutes on bail was out walking

But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize fears

Take the rag away from your face, now ainít the time for your tears

 

Hattie Carroll was a maid in the kitchen, she was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children

Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage and never sat once at the head of the table

And didnít even talk to the people at the table, who just cleaned up all the food from the table

And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane

That sailed through the air and came down through the room, doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle

And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger

And you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears

Take the rag away from your face, now ainít the time for your tears

 

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel, o show that allís equal and that the courts are on the level

And that the strings in the books ainít pulled and persuaded, and that even the nobles get properly handled

Once that the cops have chased after and caught íem, and that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom

Stared at the person who killed for no reason, who just happened to be feeliní that way without warniní

And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished

And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance, William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence

Ah, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears

Bury the rag deep in your face for nowís the time for your tears

 

VARIATIONS The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Caroll. Compared with the take released on The Times They Are A-Changin'. 23 October 1963, the 4th The Times session

 

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll

With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger

At a Baltimore hotel society gathíriní

And the cops was called in and his weapon took from him

As they rode him in custody down to the station

And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder

     Booking William Zanzinger for first-degree murder†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 21 Nov 1975, Boston, afternoon

But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears

Take the rag away from your face

Now ainít the time for your tears

 

William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years

     William Zanzinger, who at just twenty-four years†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 May 1965, Liverpool

Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres

With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him

And high office relations in the politics of Maryland

     And high office relations in the government of Maryland††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Feb 1964, Canada, CBC TV Studios

Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders

And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling

     Swearing an sneering, and his tongue it was snarling††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 4 Jan 1974, Chicago, Illinois

And in a matter of minutes on bail was out walking

     And in a matter of moments on bail was out walking†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 30 Oct 1975, Plymouth

But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize fears

Take the rag away from your face

Now ainít the time for your tears

 

Hattie Carroll was a maid in the kitchen

She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children

Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage

     Who carried the dishes and hauled out the garbage††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 25 Feb 1964, NBC, Steve Allen Show

     Who cleaned up the dishes and hauled out the garbage†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 30 Apr 1965, Sheffield

     Who cleaned up the dishes and hauled away the garbage†††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 15 Nov 1975, Niagara Falls, evening

And never sat once at the head of the table

And didnít even talk to the people at the table

     Who didnít even speak to the people at the table†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Feb 1964, Canada, CBC TV Studios

     Just emptied the ash trays all across the table†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Nov 1981, Houston

Who just cleaned up all the food from the table

     And hauled [???] at a whole other level†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Nov 1981, Houston

And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level

     Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Nov 1981, Houston

Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane

     That sailed through the air and came down through the room††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Nov 1981, Houston

That sailed through the air and came down through the room

     That sailed through the room and came down through the air ††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, NYC, Carnegie Hall

Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle

And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger

     And she never spoke once to William Zanzinger†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Feb 1964, Canada, CBC TV Studios

And you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears

Take the rag away from your face

Now ainít the time for your tears

 

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel

To show that allís equal and that the courts are on the level

And that the strings in the books ainít pulled and persuaded

     And that the strings in the books ainít been pulled and persuaded††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 20 Nov 1975, Cambridge

And that even the nobles get properly handled

Once that the cops have chased after and caught íem

And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom

Stared at the person who killed for no reason

Who just happened to be feeliní that way without warniní

And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished

And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance

William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence

Ah, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears

Bury the rag deep in your face

For nowís the time for your tears

     Now ain't the time, it's the time for your tears††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 3 Jan 1974, Chicago

 

The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll 19631023, 19631026, 19640201, 19640225, 19640517, 19641010, 19641031, 19650327, 19650430, 19650501, 19650502, 19650505, 19650506, 19650507, 19650509, 19650510, 19650601, 19740103, 19740104, 19740106, 19751030, 19751115eve, 19751119, 19751120, 19751121aft,19751121eve, 19751126, 19751204, 19751208, 811112

 

 

Percy's Song (The Wind And The Rain) (Bob Dylan)

First performed 23 October 1963, New York City, New York

 

23 October 1963, (or 24 October 1963) New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 4th The Times session #2?. Released on Biograph

 

Bad news, bad news came to me where I sleep, turn, turn, turn again

Sayiní one of your friends is in trouble deep, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

Tell me the trouble tell me once to my ear, turn, turn, turn again

Joliet prison and ninety-nine years, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

Oh whatís the charge of how this came to be, turn, turn, turn again

Manslaughter in the highest of degrees, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

I sat down and wrote he best words that I could write, turn, turn, turn again

Explaining to the judge Iíd be there on Wednesday night, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

Without a reply I left by the moon, turn, turn, turn again

And was in his chambers by the next afternoon, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

Could ya tell me the facts, I said without fear,turn, turn, turn again

That a friend of mine would get ninety-nine years, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

A crash on the highway flew a car into a field, turn, turn, turn again

There was four persons killed and he was at the wheel, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

But I knew him as good as Iím knowiní myself, turn, turn, turn again

And he wouldnít harm a life that belonged to someone else,t urn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

The judge spoke out of the side of his mouth, turn, turn, turn again

Sayiní, The witness who saw he left little doubt, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

That may be true heís got a sentence to serve, turn, turn, turn again

But ninety-nine years he just donít deserve, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

Too late, too late for his case it is sealed, turn, turn, turn again

His sentence is passed and it cannot be repealed, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

But he ainít no criminal and his crime it is none, turn, turn, turn again

What happened to him could happen to anyone, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

At that the judge jerked forward and his face it did freeze, turn, turn, turn again

Sayiní, Could you kindly leave my office now, please, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

The room was funny and I stood up so slow, turn, turn, turn again

With no other choice except but for to go, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

I walked down the hallway and I heard his door slam, turn, turn, turn again

I walked down the courthouse stairs and I did not understand, turn, turn to the rain snd the wind

 

I played my guitar through the night to the day, turn, turn, turn again

And the only tune my guitar could play was, Oh the cruel Rain and the Wind

 

VARIATIONS Percy's Song (The Wind And The Rain). Compared with the take released on Biograph. 23 October 1963, (or 24 October 1963) the 4th The Times session #2?

 

Bad news, bad news came to me where I sleep, turn, turn, turn again

Sayiní one of your friends is in trouble deep, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

Tell me the trouble tell me once to my ear, turn, turn, turn again

     Oh, what is the trouble tell me once, son, to my ear, turn, turn, turn again††††††††††† 23 Oct 1963, Times session #1

Joliet prison and ninety-nine years, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

Oh whatís the charge of how this came to be, turn, turn, turn again

Manslaughter in the highest of degrees, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

I sat down and wrote he best words that I could write, turn, turn, turn again

Explaining to the judge Iíd be there on Wednesday night, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

Without a reply I left by the moon, turn, turn, turn again

And was in his chambers by the next afternoon, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

Could ya tell me the facts, I said without fear, turn, turn, turn again

That a friend of mine would get ninety-nine years, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

A crash on the highway flew a car into a field, turn, turn, turn again

There was four persons killed and he was at the wheel, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

But I knew him as good as Iím knowiní myself, turn, turn, turn again

     But I know him as good as I know myself, turn, turn, turn again††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 23 Oct 1963, Times session #1

And he wouldnít harm a life that belonged to someone else, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

The judge spoke out of the side of his mouth, turn, turn, turn again

     That's true, said the judge from the side of his mouth, turn, turn, turn again††††††††† 23 Oct 1963, Times session #1

     That might be so said the judge by the side of his mouth, turn, turn, turn again††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, Carnegie Hall

Sayiní, The witness who saw he left little doubt, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

     But the witness who saw left little doubt, turn, turn to the rain and the wind††††††††† 23 Oct 1963, Times session #1

 

That may be true heís got a sentence to serve, turn, turn, turn again

     Then it may be true that he has a sentence to serve, turn, turn, turn again†††††††††† 23 Oct 1963, Times session #1

But ninety-nine years he just donít deserve, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

Too late, too late for his case it is sealed, turn, turn, turn again

His sentence is passed and it cannot be repealed, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

But he ainít no criminal and his crime it is none, turn, turn, turn again

What happened to him could happen to anyone, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

     What happened to him could have happened to anyone, turn, turn to the rain and the wind†††† 26 Oct 1963, NYC

 

At that the judge jerked forward and his face it did freeze, turn, turn, turn again

Sayiní, Could you kindly leave my office now, please, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

 

The room was funny and I stood up so slow, turn, turn, turn again

     I tilted my head and I stood up so slow, turn, turn, turn again†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 23 Oct 1963, Times session #1

With no other choice except but for to go, turn, turn to the rain and the wind

     Without no other choice except but for to go, turn, turn to the rain and the wind†† 23 Oct 1963, Times session #1

     Without no choice except but for to go, turn, turn to the rain and the wind†††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, Carnegie Hall

 

I walked down the hallway and I heard his door slam, turn, turn, turn again

I walked down the courthouse stairs and I did not understand, turn, turn to the rain snd the wind

 

I played my guitar through the night to the day, turn, turn, turn again

And the only tune my guitar could play was, Oh the cruel Rain and the Wind

 

Percy's Song 19631023#1#?, 19631026, 19641023

 

 

The Times They Are A-Changin' (Bob Dylan)

First performed October 1963, New York City, New York

 

24 October 1963, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 5th The Times session. Released on The Times They Are A-Changin'

 

Come gather íround people wherever you roam, and admit that the waters around you have grown

And accept it that soon youíll be drenched to the bone if your time to you is worth saviní

Then you better start swimminí or youíll sink like a stone for the times they are a-changiní

 

Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen and keep your eyes wide the chance wonít come again

And donít speak too soon for the wheelís still in spin and thereís no telliní who that itís naminí

For the loser now will be later to win for the times they are a-changiní

 

Come senators, congressmen please heed the call, donít stand in the doorway, donít block up the hall

For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled, the battle outside raginí

Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls for the times they are a-changiní

 

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land and donít criticize what you canít understand

Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command, your old road is rapidly aginí

Please get out of the new one if you canít lend your hand for the times they are a-changiní

 

The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast, the slow one now will later be fast

As the present now will later be past, the order is rapidly fadiní

And the first one now will later be last for the times they are a-changiní

 

VARIATIONS The Times They Are A-Changiní. Compared with the take released on The Times They Are A-Changin', recorded 24 October 1963, the 5th The Times session

 

Come gather íround people wherever you roam

And admit that the waters around you have grown

And accept it that soon youíll be drenched to the bone

     [???] gonna sink like a stone††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 2 March 1978, Tokyo

If your time to you is worth saviní

     If your breath to you is worth savin톆††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1963, Witmark Studio

     If this time to you is worth savin '††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 12 Nov 1981, Houston

Then you better start swimminí or youíll sink like a stone

For the times they are a-changiní

 

Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen

And keep your eyes wide, the chance wonít come again

And donít speak too soon for the wheelís still in spin

And thereís no telliní who that itís naminí

For the loser now will be later to win

     Cause the loser now will be later to win††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, Carnegie Hall

     For the loser now might be later to win††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 30 Apr 1965, Sheffield

For the times they are a-changiní

     'Cause the times they are a-changin'†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 14 Feb 1974, Inglewood afternoon

 

Come senators, congressmen please heed the call

     Come motherÖ, congressmen please heed the call†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 10 Jan 1974, Toronto

Donít stand in the doorway, donít block up the hall

For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled

The battle outside raginí

     There's a battle outside and it's ragin톆†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 3 Jan 1974, Chicago

Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls

For the times they are a-changiní

 

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land

And donít criticize what you canít understand

Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command

     [???] be beyond your command††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 20 Oct 1978, Richfield

Your old road is rapidly aginí

     Your old road is rapidly fadin'†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 31 Oct 1964, New York City

     Your old ways are rapidly aging†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 3 Jan 1974, Chicago

Please get out of the new one if you canít lend your hand

     Please get out of a new [rule] if you canít lend your hand†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 3 Jan 1974, Chicago

For the times they are a-changiní

 

The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast

The slow one now will later be fast

     The slowest one now will later be fast††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Oct 1963, Witmark Studio

As the present now will later be past

     As the present one now will later be past††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 10 Jan 1974, Toronto

The order is rapidly fadiní

And the first one now will later be last

For the times they are a-changiní

     'Cause the times they are a-changin'†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 14 Feb 1974, Inglewood afternoon

 

The Times They Are A-Changin'. 6310??, 631023, 631024, 631026, 640201, 640517, 641010, 641125, 641031, 650430, 650501, 650502, 650505, 650506, 650507, 650509, 650510, 740103, 740104, 740110, 740114aft, 740131eve, 740209eve, 740214aft, 740214eve, 751030, 751121aft, 751208, 760422aft, 780130, 780228, 780301, 780302, 780623, 780701, 780704, 780706, 780715, 781020, 781115, 781201, 781210, 810710, 810725, 811104, 811112

 

 

East Laredo Blues (Pachuco Joe's Piano Solo) (Bob Dylan)

First performed 23 October 1963, New York City, New York

 

23 October 1963, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 4th The Times They Are A-Changiní session. Released on The 50th Anniversary Collection 1963

 

Instrumental. Dylan plays piano

 

East Laredo Blues. 19631023

 

 

Key To The Highway (Charles Segar and Willie Broonzy)

First performed 23 October 1963, New York City, New York

 

 

Sally Free And Easy (Cyril Tawney)

First performed 23 October 1963, New York City, New York

 

23 October 1963, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 4th The Times They Are A-Changiní session. Released on the The 50th Anniversary Collection 1963 and on bootleg Emmett Grogan Acetates

 

Sally (coughs), Sally free and easyÖ

 

Sally Free And Easy. 19631-23

 

 

Suze (The Cough Song) (Bob Dylan)

First performed 24 October 1963, New York City, New York

 

24 October 1963, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 5th The Times They Are A-Changiní session. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol. 1

 

Instrumental. Bod Dylan plays piano

 

 

One Too Many Mornings (Bob Dylan)

First performed 24 October 1963, New York City, New York

 

24 October 1963, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 5th The Times session. Released on The Times They Are A-Changin'

 

Down the street the dogs are barkiní and the day is a-gettiní dark

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

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

As Iím one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

 

From the crossroads of my doorstep, my eyes start to fade

And I turn my head back to the room where my love and I have laid

Aní I gaze back to the street, the sidewalk and the sign

And Iím one too many mornings aní a thousand miles behind

 

Itís a restless hungry feeling that donít mean no one no good

When evírything Iím a-sayiní, you can say it just as good

Youíre right from your side, Iím right from mine

Weíre both just one too many mornings aní a thousand miles behind

 

18 February 1969, Nashville, Tennessee, Columbia Studio, 5th Nashville Skyline session, #3. Released on The Bootleg Series Volume 15

 

A duet with Johnny Cash

 

(both) I'm just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

(both) I'm just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

(both) I'm just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

(both) I'm just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

 

(Down the street the dogs are barking and the day is getting dark)

(When the night commence to fall, then the dogs will lose their bark)

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

(both) And Iím just one too many (both) mornings and a thousand miles behind

 

From the crossroads of my doorstep, my eyes they start to fade

And I turn back to the room where my love and I have laid (Yeah,hť)

And I gaze back to the street, the sidewalk and the sign (and the sign)

(both) And Iím just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

 

(both) I'm just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

(both) I'm just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

(both) I'm just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

(both) I'm just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

 

(Itís a restless hungry feeling that donít mean no one no good)

When evírything that Iím sayiní, (you can say it just as good)

(Youíre right from your side), and I am right from mine (mm, mm)

Weíre both just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

 

(both) We're just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

(both) We're just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

(both) (I'm) We're just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

(both) I'm just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

 

(both) I'm just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

(both) I'm just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

(both) I'm just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

(both) I'm just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

 

VARIATIONS One Too Many Mornings. Compared with the take released on The Times They Are A-Changin'. Recorded 24 October 1963, the 5th The Times session

 

Down the street the dogs are barkiní and the day is a-getting dark

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

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

As Iím one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

 

From the crossroads of my doorstep, my eyes start to fade

     From the crossroads of my doorstep my eyes begin to fade††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Feb 1966, Hempstead

     From the crossroads of my doorstep my eyes they begin to fade†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 May 1966, Sheffield

And I turn my head back to the room where my love and I have laid

     And I turn my head back to the room my love and I have laid††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 May 1966, London

     And I turn my head back to the room where my love and I used to lay†††††††††††††††††††††††† 21 Oct 1975, New York City

And I gaze back to the street, the sidewalk and the sign

And Iím one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

     I know Iím one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 23 May 1976, Fort Collins

 

Itís a restless hungry feeling that donít mean no one no good

     Itís a restless hungry feeling that donít mean nobody no good††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 June 1965, London

     Yeah, itís a restless hungry feeling that donít mean nobody no good†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Mar-Oct 1967, Big Pink

When everything Iím a-sayin', you can say it just as good

Youíre right from your side, Iím right from mine

     Yes, you are right from your side, and Iím right from mine†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 16 May 1966, Sheffield

     Yes, you are right from your side, but Iím right from mine††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 May 1966, Paris

Weíre both just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

 

     [I'm right from this side, he is right to stay]†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 23 Jan 1976, Clearwater#1

     Until I'm one too many mornings and a thousand miles away††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 23 Jan 1976, Clearwater#1

 

     I've no right to be here, and you've no right to stay†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 April 1976, Clearwater#1

          I've no right to be here, if you've no right to stay††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 23 May 1976, Fort Collins

     We're both one too many mornings and a thousand miles away††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 17 April 1976, Clearwater#1

          Until we're both one too many mornings and a thousand miles away††††††††††††††† 29 April 1976, Mobile, evening

 

One Too Many Mornings. 631024, 650601, 660226inc, 660413, 6703>10, 660429inc, 660501, 660505, 660506, 660510, 660511, 660512, 660514, 660515, 660516, 660517, 6605 , 660520, 660521, 660524, 660526, 660527, 6703>10, 690831, 699218, 7510?A, 751021, 751024, 760123#1#2, 760417, 760429eve, 760518, 760523, 780225

 

 

Lay Down Your Weary Tune (Bob Dylan)

First performed 24 October 1963, New York City, New York

 

24 October 1963, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 5th The Times session. Released on Biograph

 

Lay down your weary tune, lay down, lay down the song you strum

And rest yourself íneath the strength of strings, no voice can hope to hum

 

Struck by the sounds before the sun, I knew the night had gone

The morning breeze like a bugle blew against the drums of dawn

Lay down your weary tune, lay down, lay down the song you strum

And rest yourself íneath the strength of strings, no voice can hope to hum

 

The ocean wild like an organ played, the seaweedís wove its strands

The crashiní waves like cymbals clashed against the rocks and sands

Lay down your weary tune, lay down, lay down the song you strum

And rest yourself íneath the strength of strings no voice can hope to hum

 

I stood unwound beneath the skies and clouds unbound by laws

The cryiní rain like a trumpet sang and asked for no applause

Lay down your weary tune, lay down, lay down the song you strum

And rest yourself íneath the strength of strings,† no voice can hope to hum

 

The last of leaves fell from the trees and clung to a new loveís breast

The branches bare like a banjo moaned to the winds that listened the best

 

I gazed down in the riverís mirror and watched its winding strum

The water smooth ran like a hymn and like a harp did hum

Lay down your weary tune, lay down, lay down the song you strum

And rest yourself íneath the strength of strings no voice can hope to hum

VARIATIONS

 

Verse 1

Lay down your weary tune, lay down†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 24 Oct 1963, The 5th The Times session.

Lay down, lay down, your weary tune†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 26 Oct 1963, New York City, Carnegie Hall

 

Lay Down Your Weary Tune. 19631024, 19631026

 

 

Restless Farewell (Bob Dylan)

First performed 31 October 1963, New York City, New York

 

31 October 1963, New York City, New York, Columbia Recording Studios, Studio A. The 6th and last The Times session #9. Released on The Times They Are A-Changin'

 

Oh, all the money that in my whole life I did spend, be it mine right or wrongfully

I let it slip gladly to my friends to tie up the time most forcefully

But the bottles are done, weíve killed each one, and the tableís full and overflowed

And the corner sign says itís closing time, so Iíll bid farewell and be down the road

 

Oh evíry girl that ever Iíve touched, I did not do it harmfully

And evíry girl that ever Iíve hurt, I did not do it knowiníly

But to remain as friends you need the time to make amends and stay behind

And since my feet are now fast and point away from the past Iíll bid farewell and be down the line

 

Oh evíry foe that ever I faced, the cause was there before we came

And evíry cause that ever I fought, I fought it full without regret or shame

But the dark does die as the curtain is drawn and somebodyís eyes must meet the dawn

And if I see the day, Iíd only have to stay so Iíll bid farewell in the night and be gone

 

Oh, evíry thought thatís strung a knot in my mind, I might go insane if it couldnít be sprung

But itís not to stand naked under unknowiní eyes, itís for myself and my friends my stories are sung

But the time ainít tall, if on time you depend and no word is possessed by no special friend

And though the line is cut, it ainít quite the end, Iíll just bid farewell till we meet again

 

Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time to disgrace, distract, and bother me

And the dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust of rumors covers me

But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick it can pierce through dust no matter how thick

So Iíll make my stand and remain as I am and bid farewell and not give a damn

 

VARIATIONS Restless Farewell. Compared with the take released on Released on The Times They Are A-Changin'. 31 October 1963, the 6th and last The Times session #9

 

Oh, all the money that in my whole life I did spend, be it mine right or wrongfully

I let it slip gladly to my friends to tie up the time most forcefully

     I let it slip gladly past the hands of my friends†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Feb 1964, Canada, CBC TV Studios

But the bottles are done, weíve killed each one, and the tableís full and overflowed

And the corner sign says itís closing time, so Iíll bid farewell and be down the road

 

Oh evíry girl that ever Iíve touched, I did not do it harmfully

And evíry girl that ever Iíve hurt, I did not do it knowiníly

But to remain as friends you need the time to make amends and stay behind

And since my feet are now fast and point away from the past Iíll bid farewell and be down the line

 

Oh evíry foe that ever I faced, the cause was there before we came

And evíry cause that ever I fought, I fought it full without regret or shame

But the dark does die as the curtain is drawn and somebodyís eyes must meet the dawn

                               as the shade is drawn ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Feb 1964, Canada

And if I see the day, Iíd only have to stay so Iíll bid farewell in the night and be gone

 

Oh, evíry thought thatís strung a knot in my mind, I might go insane if it couldnít be sprung

But itís not to stand naked under unknowiní eyes, itís for myself and my friends my stories are sung

But the time ainít tall, if on time you depend and no word is possessed by no special friend

               † and no special word is possessed by no special friend††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Feb 1964, Canada

And though the line is cut, it ainít quite the end, Iíll just bid farewell till we meet again

     And though the line might be cut, you know it's not the end††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 1 Feb 1964, Canada

 

Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time to disgrace, distract, and bother me

And the dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust of rumors covers me

But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick it can pierce through dust no matter how thick

So Iíll make my stand and remain as I am and bid farewell and not give a damn

 

Restless Farewell 19631031, 19640201, 19640517

 

 

Guess I'm Doing Fine (Bob Dylan)

First performed January 1964, New York City

 

January 1964, New York City, New York, Witmark Studio. Released on The Bootleg Series Vol.9

 

Well, I ainít got my childhood or friends I once did know

No, I ainít got my childhood or friends I once did know

But I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go

Hey, hey, so I guess Iím doiní fine

 

And Iíve never had much money but Iím still around somehow

No, Iíve never had much money but Iím still around somehow

Many times Iíve bended but I ainít never yet bowed

Hey, hey, so I guess Iím doiní fine

 

Trouble, oh trouble, Iíve trouble on my mind

Trouble, oh trouble, trouble on my mind

But the trouble in the world, Lord is much more bigger than mine

Hey, hey, so I guess Iím doiní fine

 

And I never had no armies to jump at my command

No, I ainít got no armies to jump at my command

But I donít need no armies, I got me one good friend

Hey, hey, so I guess Iím doiní fine

 

I been kicked and whipped and trampled on, I been shot at just like you

I been kicked and whipped and trampled on,† been shot at just like you

But as long as the world keeps a-turniní I just keep a-turniní too

Hey, hey, so I guess Iím doiní fine

 

Well, my road might be rocky, the stones might cut my face

My road it might be rocky, the stones might cut my face

But as some folks ainít got no road at all they gotta stand in the same old place

Hey, hey, so I guess Iím doiní fine

 

Guess I'm Doing Fine 196401??

 

 

Downtown Blues (Geoff Muldaur)

First performed Early 1964, New York City, New York

 

Early 1964, New York City, New York, Elektra Studios, Blues Project recording session

 

Sideman. Dylan plays piano

 

Downton Blues. 1964EARLY